Lectures on the English Comic Writers: Delivered at the Surry InstitutionTaylor and Hessey, 1819 - 343 oldal |
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5. oldal
... object also striking upon the mind more vividly in its loose unsettled state , and before it has had time to re- cover and collect itself , causes that alternate ex- citement and relaxation , or irregular convulsive movement of the ...
... object also striking upon the mind more vividly in its loose unsettled state , and before it has had time to re- cover and collect itself , causes that alternate ex- citement and relaxation , or irregular convulsive movement of the ...
6. oldal
... objects to our desires , it becomes the pathetic or tragical . The ludicrous , or comic , is the unexpected loosening or relaxing this stress below its usual pitch of intensity , by such an abrupt transposition of the order of our ideas ...
... objects to our desires , it becomes the pathetic or tragical . The ludicrous , or comic , is the unexpected loosening or relaxing this stress below its usual pitch of intensity , by such an abrupt transposition of the order of our ideas ...
7. oldal
... object and our ex- pectations , heightened by some deformity or incon- venience , that is , by its being contrary to what is customary or desirable ; as the ridiculous , which is the highest degree of the laughable , is that which is ...
... object and our ex- pectations , heightened by some deformity or incon- venience , that is , by its being contrary to what is customary or desirable ; as the ridiculous , which is the highest degree of the laughable , is that which is ...
9. oldal
... object of ridicule . One rich source of the lu- dicrous is distress with which we cannot sympa- thise from its absurdity or insignificance . Women laugh at their lovers . We laugh at a damned author , in spite of our teeth , and though ...
... object of ridicule . One rich source of the lu- dicrous is distress with which we cannot sympa- thise from its absurdity or insignificance . Women laugh at their lovers . We laugh at a damned author , in spite of our teeth , and though ...
13. oldal
... object of ridicule , and yet seems perfectly reconciled to it as a matter of course . So wit is often the more forcible and pointed for being dry and serious , for it then seems as if the speaker himself had no inten- tion in it , and ...
... object of ridicule , and yet seems perfectly reconciled to it as a matter of course . So wit is often the more forcible and pointed for being dry and serious , for it then seems as if the speaker himself had no inten- tion in it , and ...
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absurdity admirable affectation amusing appearance beautiful Beggar's Opera Ben Jonson better Brass burlesque Caleb Williams character colour comedy comic common Congreve Conscious Lovers delightful Dick Don Quixote dramatic dress elegance Epicene equal excellent eyes face Falstaff fancy farce feeling folly genius Gil Blas give grace heart Hogarth Hudibras human idea imagination imitation instance interest invention kind Lady laugh lively look Lord lover ludicrous manners metaphysical poets Millamant mind moral nature ness never novel object observation original painted passion person play pleasure poet poetry pretensions Provoked Wife racter reason refinement ridiculous romantic satire scene School for Scandal seems sense sentiment serious Shakspeare Shakspeare's shew sort Spectator spirit stage story style Tartuffe Tatler thee thing thou thought tion Tom Jones truth turn vice Volpone whole wife words writers Wycherley
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87. oldal - Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
105. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
107. oldal - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
99. oldal - I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born : I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this god produced a destiny, And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be, I must love her, that loves not me. Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much Nor he in his young godhead...
113. oldal - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
111. oldal - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
45. oldal - ... in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection: sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense...
23. oldal - Do what you will, Sir, you cannot avoid it. Should you even write as ill as you can, your letters would be published as curiosities. ' Behold a miracle ! instead of wit See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
113. oldal - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect ! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous, and wise withal. Epicurean animal !) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
99. oldal - Confusion worse confounded'. Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe.