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109. oldal
Then prompt no more the follies you decry , As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die ; " Tis yours this night to bid the reign commence Of rescued Nature , and reviving Sense ; To chase the charms of sound , the pomp of show , For ...
Then prompt no more the follies you decry , As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die ; " Tis yours this night to bid the reign commence Of rescued Nature , and reviving Sense ; To chase the charms of sound , the pomp of show , For ...
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appears arms Bard beam beauty blood bosom breast bright brow burst cause charms child claim clouds cold comes crown dared dark deed deep delight Drama draw drew earth echoes enchanted fair fall fame fancy feared feeling fire flow gave Genius give glory grace grave grief hand heart heaven hour human immortal inspired king light live look lyre madness magick mighty mind mirth moves Muses Nature night o'er once pale pass passions praise pride PRIZE race raise realms reign rise rolls Rome rose round scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shrine sigh sight smile song sons soul sound spell spirit springs stage stand strains stream sway sweet swell taste tears terror thee thine thou thought throne trembling triumph Truth Vice Virtue wake wand wave wild wings wonder wreath young
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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...