Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... us with mafterly imitations of fome of M. de Voltaire's theatrical pieces , have omitted the pre- fatory difcourfes , which the author himself thought neceffary . THE CONTENT S.- E SSAY on tragedy . In a ADVERTISEMENT .
... us with mafterly imitations of fome of M. de Voltaire's theatrical pieces , have omitted the pre- fatory difcourfes , which the author himself thought neceffary . THE CONTENT S.- E SSAY on tragedy . In a ADVERTISEMENT .
Pàgina 5
... himself a new road , but as a very weak man unable to support himself in the ancient track . It has been attempted to give us tra- gedies in profe ; but I do not fuppofe that this undertaking will ever fucceed . They * In French verfe ...
... himself a new road , but as a very weak man unable to support himself in the ancient track . It has been attempted to give us tra- gedies in profe ; but I do not fuppofe that this undertaking will ever fucceed . They * In French verfe ...
Pàgina 6
... himself in compe- tition with thefe painters ? We are accuf- tomed at feasts to fing and dance ; - would it be enough merely to walk and speak , because it would be easier and more natural ? It is probable that verfe will be every where ...
... himself in compe- tition with thefe painters ? We are accuf- tomed at feasts to fing and dance ; - would it be enough merely to walk and speak , because it would be easier and more natural ? It is probable that verfe will be every where ...
Pàgina 15
Voltaire. blood of Cæfar , and having affembled the Roman people , addreffing himself to them in the following manner : " Romans , countrymen , and friends ! hear for my caufe ; and be filent , that you may hear . Believe me for mine ...
Voltaire. blood of Cæfar , and having affembled the Roman people , addreffing himself to them in the following manner : " Romans , countrymen , and friends ! hear for my caufe ; and be filent , that you may hear . Believe me for mine ...
Pàgina 26
... himself injured , and hurried away . from his duty by a paffion which he ima- gined he was master of And in fact , if Titus had been of the opinion of his mistress , and had given fufficient reafons in favour of kingly au- thority ...
... himself injured , and hurried away . from his duty by a paffion which he ima- gined he was master of And in fact , if Titus had been of the opinion of his mistress , and had given fufficient reafons in favour of kingly au- thority ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
action Æneid affert againſt alfo almoſt Alzira ancient anſwer Athens beauties becauſe beſt Brutus Cæfar cardinal Richelieu cauſe Cinna comedy Corneille cuſtom defire Edipus engliſh expreffed expreffion faid fame fatisfied faults fcene feems fentiments fhall fhew fhould fimple fince firft firſt fome fometimes foon fpectacle fpectators France French ftage ftill fubject fuccefs fuch fuperior genius greateſt Greeks hiftory himſelf honour intereſting itſelf laft laſt lefs manner Mariamne moft monfieur de Voltaire moſt Motte mufic muſt myſelf nation nature neceffary notwithſtanding paffages paffion Paris perfonages perfons Phædra philofopher piece play pleaſe pleaſure poet poetry poffefs Polyeuctes Pradon prefent preferve profe publiſhed Racine raiſe reaſon refpects reprefented repreſentation rhyme ridiculous ſcene Semiramis Shakeſpear ſhe Sophocles ſpeak ſtage ſtill tafte taſte theatre thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe three unities tion tragedy tragic tranflated unity uſe verfe verſes Virgil Voltaire whofe whoſe write wrote Zara
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,...