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The following address to the | The following address to the public was spoken | ||
Mrs Barry the first time she appeared upon the stage | |||
the death of her Husband, and before the Tragedy of | [after] the death of her Husband, and before the Tragedy of | ||
Douglas. [2 flourishes] | Douglas. [2 flourishes] | ||
With every hope a vessel sails away, | With every hope a vessel sails away, | ||
[ | [S]oft swells the breeze, and cloud less breaks the day: | ||
Till rising winds the raging deep deform, | Till rising winds the raging deep deform, | ||
And the bark shattered sinks beneath the storm! | |||
Such is my fate; fair gales my | Such is my fate; fair gales my canvass spread, | ||
Till the | Till the charg'd tempest burst upon my head; | ||
[Of the lov'd pilot of my life bereft, | |||
[ | [S]ave your protection, not a hope is left; | ||
[ | [W]ithout that peace your kindness can impart, | ||
[ | [N]othing can calm this sorrow beaten heart. | ||
When | When bounty on the feeling mind first flow'd, | ||
Then sprang the bosom's | Then sprang the bosom's fairest flower and blow'd | ||
Angels with rapture the | Angels with rapture the blest produce view'd, | ||
For from Benevolence rose gratitude! | For from Benevolence rose gratitude! | ||
[ | [Urg]'d by my duty I have ventured here - | ||
[ | [But] for Douglas can I shed a tear? | ||
[ | [Whe]n real griefs the burden'd bosom press, | ||
[Can] it raise sights feign'd sorrows to express? | |||
[ | [In v]ain will art from Nature help implore, | ||
[Whe]n Nature for herself exhausts her store; | |||
The | The tree cut down to which she clung and grew, | ||
Behold the | Behold the propless woodbine bends to you; | ||
[ | [Yo]ur fost'ring power will spread protection round | ||
And tho she droops, may rain her from the ground. | And tho she droops, may rain her from the ground. | ||
[11 flourishes] | [11 flourishes] | ||
Latest revision as of 20:52, 31 July 2017
[Nb: some text pulled from alternate, printed copy] 184 The following address to the public was spoken Mrs Barry the first time she appeared upon the stage [after] the death of her Husband, and before the Tragedy of Douglas. [2 flourishes]
With every hope a vessel sails away, [S]oft swells the breeze, and cloud less breaks the day: Till rising winds the raging deep deform, And the bark shattered sinks beneath the storm! Such is my fate; fair gales my canvass spread, Till the charg'd tempest burst upon my head; [Of the lov'd pilot of my life bereft, [S]ave your protection, not a hope is left; [W]ithout that peace your kindness can impart, [N]othing can calm this sorrow beaten heart. When bounty on the feeling mind first flow'd, Then sprang the bosom's fairest flower and blow'd Angels with rapture the blest produce view'd, For from Benevolence rose gratitude! [Urg]'d by my duty I have ventured here - [But] for Douglas can I shed a tear? [Whe]n real griefs the burden'd bosom press, [Can] it raise sights feign'd sorrows to express? [In v]ain will art from Nature help implore, [Whe]n Nature for herself exhausts her store; The tree cut down to which she clung and grew, Behold the propless woodbine bends to you; [Yo]ur fost'ring power will spread protection round And tho she droops, may rain her from the ground. [11 flourishes]