Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... action . We have tragedies in France that are efteemed , which are conversations , rather than a reprefentation of facts . An ita- lian author wrote to me in the follow- ing manner , in a letter on the theatres : " A critic on our ...
... action . We have tragedies in France that are efteemed , which are conversations , rather than a reprefentation of facts . An ita- lian author wrote to me in the follow- ing manner , in a letter on the theatres : " A critic on our ...
Pàgina 10
... 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 before the fpectators , as the ...
... 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 before the fpectators , as the ...
Pàgina 21
... action beyond the limited time and place . Ask a man who has hurried together too many events in the fame play , the reason of this conduct ? If he is fincere , he will tell you , he wanted genius to fill his piece with a fingle fact ...
... action beyond the limited time and place . Ask a man who has hurried together too many events in the fame play , the reason of this conduct ? If he is fincere , he will tell you , he wanted genius to fill his piece with a fingle fact ...
Pàgina 22
... action truly great , which , without a fublimity of ex- preffion , would appear heinous and loath- fome . This is what our great Corneille once dared attempt in his Rodogune . He in- troduces a mother , who , in presence of her ...
... action truly great , which , without a fublimity of ex- preffion , would appear heinous and loath- fome . This is what our great Corneille once dared attempt in his Rodogune . He in- troduces a mother , who , in presence of her ...
Pàgina 23
... action , the more infipid a frequent re- petition ; as the account of battles , than which , nothing can be more terrible , be- comes at last cold and tiresome , thro ' a conftant repetition of them in history . The only play in which ...
... action , the more infipid a frequent re- petition ; as the account of battles , than which , nothing can be more terrible , be- comes at last cold and tiresome , thro ' a conftant repetition of them in history . The only play in which ...
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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,...