Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey Institution |
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... criticism to those who are more able and willing to bear the burden , try to bring out their real beauties to the eager sight , " draw the curtain of Time , and shew the picture of Genius , " restraining my own admiration within ...
... criticism to those who are more able and willing to bear the burden , try to bring out their real beauties to the eager sight , " draw the curtain of Time , and shew the picture of Genius , " restraining my own admiration within ...
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... criticism . They were esteemed , and they de- served to be so . One cause that might be pointed out here , as having contributed to the long - continued neglect of our earlier writers , lies in the very nature 10 GENERAL VIEW OF THE ...
... criticism . They were esteemed , and they de- served to be so . One cause that might be pointed out here , as having contributed to the long - continued neglect of our earlier writers , lies in the very nature 10 GENERAL VIEW OF THE ...
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... criticism , and virtù . What also gave an unusual impetus to the mind of man at this period , was the discovery of the New World , and the reading of voyages and travels . Green islands and golden sands seemed to arise , as by ...
... criticism , and virtù . What also gave an unusual impetus to the mind of man at this period , was the discovery of the New World , and the reading of voyages and travels . Green islands and golden sands seemed to arise , as by ...
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... critic can object , but the dramatic power is nearly none at all . It is written ex- pressly to set forth the dangers and mischiefs that arise from the division of sovereign power ; and the several speakers dilate upon the different ...
... critic can object , but the dramatic power is nearly none at all . It is written ex- pressly to set forth the dangers and mischiefs that arise from the division of sovereign power ; and the several speakers dilate upon the different ...
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... critic more than half way , and clothe what is perhaps vague and extravagant praise with a substantial form and distinct meaning . But in attempting to extol the merits of an obscure work of genius , our words are either lost in empty ...
... critic more than half way , and clothe what is perhaps vague and extravagant praise with a substantial form and distinct meaning . But in attempting to extol the merits of an obscure work of genius , our words are either lost in empty ...
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Page 29 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 225 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Page 225 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 299 - ... daily haunts us with dying mementos, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration, diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.
Page 312 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...
Page 226 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 291 - Homer continued twenty-five hundred years, or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have been decayed and demolished ? It is not possible to have the true pictures or statues of Cyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no nor of the kings or great personages of much later years; for the originals cannot last, and the copies cannot but lose of the life and truth.
Page 55 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Page 253 - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
Page 59 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.