Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryRobert Urie, 1761 - 195 oldal |
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... these reflections and com- plaints , we shall never be able to free ourselves from the yoke of rhime . It is effential to French poetry . Our language does not admit of tranf- pofitions , our verse does not allow of lines run- ning into ...
... these reflections and com- plaints , we shall never be able to free ourselves from the yoke of rhime . It is effential to French poetry . Our language does not admit of tranf- pofitions , our verse does not allow of lines run- ning into ...
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... these painters ? We are accustomed at feasts to fing and dance ; would it be enough merely to walk and speak , because it would be eafier and more natural ? It is probable that verfe will be every where found necessary in the tragic ...
... these painters ? We are accustomed at feasts to fing and dance ; would it be enough merely to walk and speak , because it would be eafier and more natural ? It is probable that verfe will be every where found necessary in the tragic ...
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... these monftrous compofitions , scenes truly admirable . Almost all the tragic authors of your nation are defective in that ele- gance , that exactness , that decency of action and ftile , and all the delicate finesses of the art which ...
... these monftrous compofitions , scenes truly admirable . Almost all the tragic authors of your nation are defective in that ele- gance , that exactness , that decency of action and ftile , and all the delicate finesses of the art which ...
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... 'd the fearfulest , charm'd the most respect- Confounded the most fubtile for we live , : We live , my friends , and quickly shall our life Prove fatal to these tyrants : [ ful , What has the French writer done in this cafe ? [ 9 ]
... 'd the fearfulest , charm'd the most respect- Confounded the most fubtile for we live , : We live , my friends , and quickly shall our life Prove fatal to these tyrants : [ ful , What has the French writer done in this cafe ? [ 9 ]
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... these proud minds ; and when they are softened into pity , then he difco- vers to them the corps of Caefar ; and by a dif- play of the most pathetic expreffions , and most moving complaints , he stirs them up to mutiny and revenge ...
... these proud minds ; and when they are softened into pity , then he difco- vers to them the corps of Caefar ; and by a dif- play of the most pathetic expreffions , and most moving complaints , he stirs them up to mutiny and revenge ...
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Æneid againſt alfo almoſt alſo Alzira anſwered antient Athens beauties becauſe beſt Boileau Brutus Caefar cardinal Richelieu cauſe Chineſe Cinna comedy Corneille cuſtom defire English eſteem Euripides expreffed expreffion faid fame fatire fatisfied faults fcene feems fentiments fhall fhew fhould fimple fimplicity fince firft firſt fome fometimes fpeak fpectators France French ftage ftill fubject fuccefs fuch fuperior genius greateſt Greeks Guife hiftory himſelf honour intereſting itſelf knowlege laſt leaſt lefs madam manner Mariamne maſters Merope moft Moliere monfieur moſt Motte muft muſt myſelf nation nature neceffary notwithſtanding Oedipus paffion Paris perfons Phaedra philofopher piece play pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet poetry prefent profe publiſhed Racine racter raiſe reaſon refpects repreſentation repreſented ſay ſcene ſeeing ſeems Semiramis ſeveral ſome Sophocles ſpeak ſtage ſtill tafte taſte theatre thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe tragedy tragic tranflated uſe verfe verſes Virgil Voltaire whofe whoſe write wrote Zara
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11. oldal - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
12. oldal - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
12. oldal - Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death. Enter ANTONY and others, with CESAR'S Body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not...
8. oldal - How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...
8. oldal - CATO; Alas ! my friends ! Why mourn you thus ? let not a private loss Afflict your hearts. 'Tis Rome requires our tears. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, And set the nations free, Rome is no more. O liberty! O virtue ! O my country!
10. oldal - I am inclined to think, this opinion proceeded originally from the zeal of the partizans of our author and Ben Jonson ; as they endeavoured to exalt the one at the expence of the other. It is ever the nature of parties to be in extremes ; and nothing is so probable, as that because Ben...
73. oldal - Come to me, come, my soldier, to my arms! You've been too long away from my embraces; But, when I have you fast, and all my own, With broken murmurs, and with amorous sighs, I'll say, you were unkind, and punish you, And mark you red with many an eager kiss.
73. oldal - As all your bus'ness were to count my passion. One day past by and nothing saw but love ; Another came, and still 'twas only love: The suns were weary'd out with looking on, And I untir'd with loving.
83. oldal - On the calm, peaceful, flourishing head of it; Whence we may view, deep, wondrous deep below, How poor mistaken mortals wandering go...
11. oldal - ... fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I flew him: There are tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition.