Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 стор. |
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... 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 Greeks and Romans used to do , in ...
... 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 Greeks and Romans used to do , in ...
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... also effential ; for one action is neceffarily confined to one place . If the perfons represented are at Athens in the first act , how can they get to Perfia by the fecond ? Has Le Brun ever drawn Alexander at Arbella and in the Indies ...
... also effential ; for one action is neceffarily confined to one place . If the perfons represented are at Athens in the first act , how can they get to Perfia by the fecond ? Has Le Brun ever drawn Alexander at Arbella and in the Indies ...
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... also gives rife to several beauties ; in the same manner as the rules of architecture , when exactly followed , neceffarily compose a pleasing structure . When the unities of action , place and time are preserved , the play must of con ...
... also gives rife to several beauties ; in the same manner as the rules of architecture , when exactly followed , neceffarily compose a pleasing structure . When the unities of action , place and time are preserved , the play must of con ...
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... of attraction , must soon also acknow- ledge their error . You ought to agree to the rules of our theatre , as we ought to embrace your philofophy . We have made as good experiments experiments on the human heart , as you have made [ 106 ]
... of attraction , must soon also acknow- ledge their error . You ought to agree to the rules of our theatre , as we ought to embrace your philofophy . We have made as good experiments experiments on the human heart , as you have made [ 106 ]
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... also happy enough to get his manuscript con- veyed into the hands of one of the first men of Europe , and of the church * , who fupports with vigour the weight of public affairs , and who judges of literary works , with a true refined ...
... also happy enough to get his manuscript con- veyed into the hands of one of the first men of Europe , and of the church * , who fupports with vigour the weight of public affairs , and who judges of literary works , with a true refined ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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,...