Ford's Grand Opera House

Ford's Grand Opera House was a major music venue in Baltimore, Maryland, located between Lexington and Marion Steets, just east of Eutaw Street. It was founded by theatre manager John T. Ford (also the owner of Ford's Theatre) and designed by architect James J. Gifford. The opera house opened to the public on October 2, 1871 with a show that included readings from Shakespeare's As You Like It as well as vocal and orchestral performances.

The opera house was later the site of Horace Greely's nomination as the Liberal Republican Party candidate for the 1872 U.S. presidential election.

Famous quotes containing the words opera house, ford, grand, opera and/or house:

    The opera house sparkled with tiers
    And tiers of eyes, like mine enlarged by belladonna,
    James Merrill (b. 1926)

    The Declaration [of Independence] was not a protest against government, but against the excess of government. It prescribed the proper role of government, to secure the rights of individuals and to effect their safety and happiness. In modern society, no individual can do this alone. So government is not a necessary evil but a necessary good.
    —Gerald R. Ford (b. 1913)

    Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
    Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
    Gone—glimmering through the dream of things that were.
    George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824)

    The opera isn’t over till the fat lady sings.
    —Anonymous.

    A modern proverb along the lines of “don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched.” This form of words has no precise origin, though both Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations (16th ed., 1992)

    Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same house of being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.
    Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)