Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 pàgines |
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Pàgina 6
... scene , and rhime always in our's . It is even to this constraint of rhime , and to the ex- treme feverity of our versification , that we are indebted for the excellent perform- ances we poffefs in our language . We infift that rhime ...
... scene , and rhime always in our's . It is even to this constraint of rhime , and to the ex- treme feverity of our versification , that we are indebted for the excellent perform- ances we poffefs in our language . We infift that rhime ...
Pàgina 8
... scene from yours . You must own , the english theatre is very imperfect ; I have heard you say , my lord , that you had not one good tragedy ; but for recompence , you have in these monftrous compofitions , fcenes truly admirable ...
... scene from yours . You must own , the english theatre is very imperfect ; I have heard you say , my lord , that you had not one good tragedy ; but for recompence , you have in these monftrous compofitions , fcenes truly admirable ...
Pàgina 10
... scene and render almost every action imperfect * . This defect also hinders decorations , fo much recommended by the ancients , from being ever rightly adapted to the piece ; and the actors cannot pass from one apartment to another ...
... scene and render almost every action imperfect * . This defect also hinders decorations , fo much recommended by the ancients , from being ever rightly adapted to the piece ; and the actors cannot pass from one apartment to another ...
Pàgina 13
... scene , and is therefore obliged to make Renaud , under the name of Rutilus , repeat a fmall part of this fpeech which , he fays , he had be- fore made to the confpirators . You con- ceive from this very account , how much fuperior the ...
... scene , and is therefore obliged to make Renaud , under the name of Rutilus , repeat a fmall part of this fpeech which , he fays , he had be- fore made to the confpirators . You con- ceive from this very account , how much fuperior the ...
Pàgina 19
... scene of flaughter and de- . struction , as it is in Shakespear and in his fucceffors ; who , not being poffeffed of his genius , have only imitated his faults ; but I dare affert , that there are fituations which now now appear ...
... scene of flaughter and de- . struction , as it is in Shakespear and in his fucceffors ; who , not being poffeffed of his genius , have only imitated his faults ; but I dare affert , that there are fituations which now now appear ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 15 - 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.
Pàgina 16 - 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.
Pàgina 15 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 14 - 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.
Pàgina 16 - 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...
Pàgina 71 - Moi-même, pour tout fruit de mes soins superflus, Maintenant je me cherche, et ne me trouve plus': Mon arc, mes javelots, mon char, tout m'importune...
Pàgina 11 - 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...
Pàgina 71 - Dans le fond des forets votre image me suit. La lumiere du jour, les ombres de la nuit, Tout retrace a mes yeux les charmes que j'evite. Tout vous livre a 1'envi le rebelle Hippolyte.
Pàgina 11 - 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.
Pàgina 103 - Ant. How I lov'd Witnefs ye days and nights, and all ye hours, That danc'd away with down upon your feet, As all your bus'nefs were to count my paffion. One day paft by and nothing faw but love; Another came and ftill 'twas only love : The funs were weary'd out with looking on And I untir'd with loving. I faw you ev'ry day, and all the day, And ev'ry day was ftill but as the firft, So eager was I ftill to fee you more. Vent. 'Tis all too true. Ant. Fulvia my wife grew jealous, As (he indeed had reafon,...