Prize Poems, Odes and Prologues - 130 oldal |
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35. oldal
... taste , which he alone . May call his own . There sits he , with a laurel chaplet bound , Which Nature wove him - by the Muses crowned ! God of the Drama ! may our homage be , This eve , an offering not unworthy thee ! May this not be ...
... taste , which he alone . May call his own . There sits he , with a laurel chaplet bound , Which Nature wove him - by the Muses crowned ! God of the Drama ! may our homage be , This eve , an offering not unworthy thee ! May this not be ...
44. oldal
... To form his court of taste , like this to night , With youth and beauty may they still unite , With ripened manhood , and with sages hoar , Till the last scene of human life is o'er . VI . Hail to the Bard ! whose high genius 44.
... To form his court of taste , like this to night , With youth and beauty may they still unite , With ripened manhood , and with sages hoar , Till the last scene of human life is o'er . VI . Hail to the Bard ! whose high genius 44.
56. oldal
... taste revered . This glittering fane the Gothick night illumed , And vandal pride and insolence entombed . The Stage ! A throne where sceptred Genius rules , Reclaims the rake , the unlearned rustick schools ; Where Virtue stands the ...
... taste revered . This glittering fane the Gothick night illumed , And vandal pride and insolence entombed . The Stage ! A throne where sceptred Genius rules , Reclaims the rake , the unlearned rustick schools ; Where Virtue stands the ...
57. oldal
... taste and beauty join , And Wit and Genius round the Drama twine . May modest Merit , too , with Justice meet , And drive Intrusion from his usurped seat ; While Truth's bold mirror , held to constant view , To every passion gives the ...
... taste and beauty join , And Wit and Genius round the Drama twine . May modest Merit , too , with Justice meet , And drive Intrusion from his usurped seat ; While Truth's bold mirror , held to constant view , To every passion gives the ...
84. oldal
... taste the palace , and of war the throne . But lo ! where , rising in majestick flight , The Roman eagle sails the expanse of light ! His wings , like heaven's vast canopy , unfurled , Spread their broad plumage o'er the subject world ...
... taste the palace , and of war the throne . But lo ! where , rising in majestick flight , The Roman eagle sails the expanse of light ! His wings , like heaven's vast canopy , unfurled , Spread their broad plumage o'er the subject world ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
altars Apollo Athens Avon Avon's Bard beam beauty Behold blest blood bosom breast bright bright eye brow burst buskined charms chords classick clime crown dark deed deep delight dome Drama E'en earth echoes enchanted fair fairy Falstaff fame fancy Fancy's fane feeling fire fled Folly gaze Genius gloom glory glowing grace grave Greece grief hail hand hath heart heaven honours immortal inspired laurel light lute lyre Macbeth madness magick matchless mighty mirth Muse's Muses musick Nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pale passions praise pride PRIZE Rapture realms reign rolls Rome round scene scenick seraph Shakspeare Shakspeare's shrine sigh slumbering smile soars song soul sound spell spirit splendour springs stage strains sway sweet swell taste tears terror Thalia thee Thespis thine thou throne trembling triumph Vice Virtue wake wand wave ween weeping wild wings wonder worlds unknown wreath
Népszerű szakaszok
106. oldal - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
108. oldal - Themselves they studied; as they felt, they writ: Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit. Vice always found a sympathetic friend; They pleas'd their age, and did not aim to mend.
108. oldal - And pantomime and song confirm'd her sway. But who the coming changes can presage, And mark the future periods of the stage? Perhaps, if skill could distant times explore, New...
108. oldal - With every meteor of caprice must play. And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day. Ah ! let not censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
14. oldal - With boding tongue foul murders numbering ; Sleep's leaden portals catch the sound. In his dream of blood for mercy quaking, At his own dull scream behold him waking ! Soon that dream to fate shall turn : For him the living furies burn ; For him the vulture sits on yonder misty peak, And chides the lagging night, and whets her hungry beak.
118. oldal - Till tamed and tortured into foreign graces, She sports her lovely face at public places: And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies ! Frowns when pursued, and, when entreated, sighs ! Plays with unhappy men as cats with mice ; Till fading beauty hints the late advice.
106. oldal - Our scene precariously subsists too long On French translation, and Italian song : Dare to have sense yourselves ; assert the stage, Be justly warm'd with your own native rage. Such plays alone should please a British ear, As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear. ' Britons attend .-] Altered thus by the author, from " Britons arise," to humour, we are told, the timid delicacy of Mr.
123. oldal - The grace of action — the adapted mien,' Faithful as nature to the varied scene ; Th' expressive glance — whose subtle comment draws Entranced attention, and a mute applause; Gesture that marks , with force and feeling fraught , A sense in silence, and a will in thought...
16. oldal - Olympic car in Pindar's fame : Troy's doubtful walls, in ashes passed away, Yet frown on Greece in Homer's deathless lay ; Rome, slowly sinking in her crumbling fanes, Stands all immortal in her Maro's strains ; So, too, yon giant empress of the isles, On whose broad sway the sun forever...
110. oldal - To what blest genius of the isle Shall gratitude her tribute pay, Decree the festive day, Erect the statue, and devote the pile ? Do not your sympathetic hearts accord, To own the bosom's Lord...