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Сторінка 64
The change begins in Part II , though even this has nothing whatever of a drama
in it except that its very first scene gives us the marriage with Margaret and the
claim of York , and thus strikes the prelude of the war which is its subject . The
play ...
The change begins in Part II , though even this has nothing whatever of a drama
in it except that its very first scene gives us the marriage with Margaret and the
claim of York , and thus strikes the prelude of the war which is its subject . The
play ...
Сторінка 66
His villanies are not what they are in true drama , the successive fruits of the
marriage of character and circumstance . They are all born before their time ,
unnaturally , out of the head of the monster who is their single parent and
proclaims their ...
His villanies are not what they are in true drama , the successive fruits of the
marriage of character and circumstance . They are all born before their time ,
unnaturally , out of the head of the monster who is their single parent and
proclaims their ...
Сторінка 85
The personal History becomes the universal Comedy , and it is on the rude ,
realist , unofficial , unceremonious side of the drama that he lavishes his genius
most freely . The realism of genius , so different from the realism of industry with
which ...
The personal History becomes the universal Comedy , and it is on the rude ,
realist , unofficial , unceremonious side of the drama that he lavishes his genius
most freely . The realism of genius , so different from the realism of industry with
which ...
Сторінка 103
PROMETHEUS IN POETRY THE story of Prometheus is the subject of dramas by
three of the very greatest poets of the world , as well as by several others of
humbler rank . It has also given , not its name but things much more important
than a ...
PROMETHEUS IN POETRY THE story of Prometheus is the subject of dramas by
three of the very greatest poets of the world , as well as by several others of
humbler rank . It has also given , not its name but things much more important
than a ...
Сторінка 105
It is the question again and again suggested in the Paradise Lost . But there it is
mainly the reader who asks it . In the dramas it is asked by a great rebel . And in
each of them it is the rebel , not the Judge , who is the hero of the drama .
It is the question again and again suggested in the Paradise Lost . But there it is
mainly the reader who asks it . In the dramas it is asked by a great rebel . And in
each of them it is the rebel , not the Judge , who is the hero of the drama .
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