scene (n.)
- access
- act
- action
- afterpiece
- agora
- altercation
- amphitheater
- area
- arena
- argument
- asbestos
- auditorium
- back
- backdrop
- background
- batten
- bit
- blowup
- border
- bowl
- brouhaha
- burst
- campus
- canvas
- chapter
- chaser
- circus
- cityscape
- cloth
- cockpit
- coliseum
- colosseum
- commotion
- coulisse
- counterweight
- course
- curtain
- cyclorama
- decor
- diorama
- display
- distance
- disturbance
- divertimento
- drop
- epilogue
- episode
- eruption
- exhibition
- exode
- exodus
- explosion
- exterior
- field
- finale
- flare-up
- flat
- flipper
- floor
- forum
- ground
- gym
- gymnasium
- hall
- hanging
- hinterland
- hippodrome
- incident
- interior
- interlude
- intermezzo
- intermission
- introduction
- landscape
- locale
- locality
- location
- lookout
- marketplace
- mat
- milieu
- number
- outburst
- outlook
- palaestra
- panorama
- part
- pastoral
- perspective
- picture
- pit
- place
- platform
- precinct
- prologue
- prospect
- purlieu
- rag
- range
- rear
- ring
- routine
- row
- scape
- scenery
- screen
- seascape
- section
- segment
- set
- setting
- shtick
- sight
- site
- sketch
- skit
- sphere
- spot
- stadium
- stage
- storm
- striptease
- sweep
- tab
- tableau
- tantrum
- teaser
- terrain
- theater
- tiltyard
- tormentor
- transformation
- turn
- upset
- view
- vista
- walk
- waterscape
- whereabouts
- wing
- woodcut
scene (v.)
- access
- act
- action
- appear
- back
- background
- batten
- bit
- border
- bowl
- burst
- canvas
- counterweight
- course
- curtain
- display
- distance
- drop
- field
- flat
- floor
- ground
- interlude
- landscape
- mat
- number
- part
- participate
- picture
- pit
- place
- prospect
- rag
- range
- rear
- ring
- row
- scape
- screen
- section
- segment
- set
- sight
- site
- sketch
- socialize
- spot
- stage
- storm
- sweep
- tab
- turn
- upset
- view
- walk
- wing
scene (adj.)
How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I 've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 't is fair.
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
To low ambition and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
On a fair prospect some have looked,
And felt, as I have heard them say,
As if the moving time had been
A thing as steadfast as the scene
On which they gazed themselves away.
He nothing common did, or mean,
Upon that memorable scene.
The writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their own.
The scene was more beautiful far to the eye
Than if day in its pride had arrayed it.
Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er,
But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.