She's burning to sing but she can't.
Sing, why she sets one's teeth on edge! It might be the sharpening of a knife on a grindstone.

She would be a play actress, and Mrs.Barry at Drury Lane promised to help her, but they quarrelled.

Sally wanted to be a great actress all at once, but you can't be, can you, sir ?" She looked at the poet earnestly.

Her large grey eyes were wonderfully expressive, and Gay did not at once answer.

He was thinking how sweet was the face, and how musical and appealing the voice.
"True, child, and that you should say it shows your good sense.