Prologues and Epilogues: Celebrated for Their Poetical Merit ...W. Jackson, 1810 - 263 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt becauſe beft beſt cauſe criticks cuckolds damn damn'd dull e'en e'er eaſe Engliſh EPILOGUE EPILOGUE by DRYDEN ev'ry facred fafe fame faſhion fatire fave favour fear fenfe fhall fhew filly fince firft firſt fome fools fops friends ftand ftill fuch fure fwears gallants good-natur'd heav'n himſelf hope Houſe huſband judge juft juſt ladies laft laſt leaſt lefs loft maſk moft moſt mufe muft muſe muſt ne'er o'er paſs play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure plot poet poet's poor Pope Joan pow'r praiſe PROLOGUE by DRYDEN PROLOGUE To Dryden's raiſe reaſon rhime ſay ſcarce ſcenes ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſhown ſome ſpeak ſtage ſtand ſtay ſtill ſuch thefe themſelves there's theſe thofe thoſe to-day town true twas TYRANNICK LOVE uſe Whigs whofe whore whoſe wife worfe worſe wou'd writ write yourſelves
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 44 - Untaught, unpractised, in a barbarous age, I found not, but created first the stage. And, if I drain'd no Greek or Latin store, 'Twas, that my own abundance gave me more. On foreign trade I needed not rely, Like fruitful Britain, rich without supply.
Seite 228 - Commanding tears to stream through every age; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to Virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author shuns by vulgar springs to move The hero's glory, or the virgin's love; In pitying Love , we but our weakness show, And wild ambition well deserves its woe.
Seite 35 - But he has now another taste of wit; And, to confess a truth, though out of time, Grows weary of his long-loved mistress, Rhyme. Passion's too fierce to be in fetters bound, And Nature flies him like enchanted ground...
Seite 228 - TO wake the foul by tender ftrokes of art, To raife the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind, in confcious virtue bold, Live o'er each fcene, and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Mufe firft trod the ftage, 5 Commanding tears to ftream thro' ev'ry age ; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Seite 77 - Another's diving bow he did adore, Which with a shog casts all the hair before, Till he, with full decorum, brings it back, And rises with a water-spaniel shake. 3» As for his songs, the ladies' dear delight, These sure he took from most of you who write.
Seite 38 - Fops may have leave to level all they can; As pigmies would be glad to lop a man. Half-wits are fleas; so little and so light, We scarce could know they live, but that they bite.
Seite 207 - Cambyses' vein. For (changing rules, of late, as if men writ In spite of reason, nature, art, and wit) Our poets make us laugh at tragedy, And with their comedies they make us cry.
Seite 113 - He liked the fashion well, who wore the clothes. But Ben made nobly his what he did mould ; What was another's lead, becomes his gold : Like an unrighteous conqueror he reigns, Yet rules that well, which he unjustly gains.
Seite 77 - He's knight o' the shire, and represents ye all. From each he meets he culls whate'er he can; Legion's his name, a people in a man. His bulky folly gathers as it goes, And, rolling o'er you, like a snow-ball grows.
Seite 44 - That he who meant to alter, found 'em such, He shook, and thought it sacrilege to touch. Now, where are the successors to my name ? What bring they to fill out a poet's fame ? Weak, short-lived issues of a feeble age ; Scarce living to be christened on the stage ! For humour farce, for love they rhyme dispense, That tolls the knell for their departed sense.