"Mime" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and are forgotten. The great world Goes on the same. Among the myriads Of men that live, or have lived, or shall live What is a single life, or thine or mime, That we should think all nature would stand still If we were gone? We ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... in Killigrew's Thomaso. Mrs. Behn's mime plays pranks and speaks Italian and Spanish. No doubt she derived the character from the Italian comedians who had been at the Royal Theatre, Whitehall, in 1672-3, as Dryden, in an Epilogue (spoken by Hart) to The Silent ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. I (of 6) • Aphra Behn
... during the performance he adroitly availed himself of his various characters to point his wit at Caesar. In the person of a beaten Syrian slave he cried out, "Marry! Quirites, but we lose our freedom," and all eyes were turned upon the Dictator; and in another mime he uttered the pregnant maxim, "Needs must he fear who makes all else adread." Caesar, impartially or vindictively, awarded the ...
— A Smaller History of Rome • William Smith and Eugene Lawrence
... woman looked her over again. "Perhaps a dancer, or maybe a mime, running away because your master ...
— Nicanor - Teller of Tales - A Story of Roman Britain • C. Bryson Taylor
... weighed one hundred and seventy pounds and was in good health. I weighed under ninety pounds, was blind as a bat from the long darkness, and had been so long pent in narrow walls that I was made dizzy by large open spaces. Really, mime was a well-defined case of incipient agoraphobia, as I quickly learned that day I escaped from solitary and punched the guard Thurston ...
— The Jacket (The Star-Rover) • Jack London
... beside her on the floor, and set to smooth her hair with my hand. At first she wriggled away when I touched her; then she seemed to notice me no more; then her sobs grew gradually less, and presently stopped; and the next thing I knew, she raised her face to mime. ...
— Island Nights' Entertainments • Robert Louis Stevenson
... vate am'ulet mus'cu lar jus'ti fy an'ces try pun'ish ment mul'ti ply Cal'va ry sub'se quent mul'ti tude cav'al ry sup'pli cant sub'sti tute mar'i gold am'pli fy cam'o mile bat'ter y grat'i fy pan'to mime can'o py pac'i fy rad'i cal char'i ty rar'e fy pat'ron ize chas'ti ty sanc'ti fy sat'el lite ...
— McGuffey's Eclectic Spelling Book • W. H. McGuffey
... the Field of Mars that Agrippa came, to whom Rome owed the Pantheon and the demand for a law which should inhibit the private ownership of a masterpiece. There, too, his eunuchs about him, Mecaenas lounged, companioned by Varus, by Horace and the mime Bathylle, all of whom he was accustomed to invite to that lovely villa of his which overlooked the blue Sabinian hills, and where suppers were given such as those which Petronius has described ...
— Imperial Purple • Edgar Saltus
... brown head in her lap and let her big hands wander softly over the girl's pale face. "Sh,—sh," she said as if she were soothing a baby, "don't go on lak dat. W'y whut's de mattah wid you, Miss Mime? 'Pears lak you done los' all yo' spe'it. Whut you reckon yo' pappy 'u'd t'ink ef he could see you ca'in' on dis away? Didn' he put his han' on yo' haid an' call you his own brave little gal, ...
— The Strength of Gideon and Other Stories • Paul Laurence Dunbar
... at last, for speech I sought, To keep shy Love in countenance, But, whilst I vainly tax'd my thought, Her voice deliver'd mime from trance: 'Look, is not this a pretty shawl, Aunt's parting gift.' 'She's always kind.' 'The new wing spoils Sir John's old Hall: You'll see it, if you ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... That fulsome harlot makes me laughing-stock And she refuses at our prayer restore Our stolen Note-books, an such slights ye bear. 5 Let us pursue her clamouring our demands. "Who's she?" ye question: yonder one ye sight Mincingly pacing mime-like, perfect pest, With jaws wide grinning like a Gallic pup. Stand all round her dunning with demands, 10 "Return (O rotten whore!) our noting books. Our noting books (O rotten whore!) return!" No doit thou car'st? O Mire! O Stuff o' ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus |
