Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - Počet stran: 274 |
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... as I flew my best lover for the good of Rome , I have the fame dagger for myself , when it fhall please my country to need my death . Romans . Live , Brutus , live ! " After After this fcene , Mark Antony comes to raise the [ 16 ]
... as I flew my best lover for the good of Rome , I have the fame dagger for myself , when it fhall please my country to need my death . Romans . Live , Brutus , live ! " After After this fcene , Mark Antony comes to raise the [ 16 ]
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Voltaire. After this fcene , Mark Antony comes to raise the compaffion of thefe very Ro- mans , in whom Brutus had just inspired all his sternness and inhumanity . Anthony , " by an artful oration , brings back infen- fibly these proud ...
Voltaire. After this fcene , Mark Antony comes to raise the compaffion of thefe very Ro- mans , in whom Brutus had just inspired all his sternness and inhumanity . Anthony , " by an artful oration , brings back infen- fibly these proud ...
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... raised new conflicts in her breast ; When , by the wish'd confeffion of her flame , The ardor I expreffed received new ftrength ; In these sweet moments , loving and beloved , I often felt that man is fometimes blefs'd With happiness ...
... raised new conflicts in her breast ; When , by the wish'd confeffion of her flame , The ardor I expreffed received new ftrength ; In these sweet moments , loving and beloved , I often felt that man is fometimes blefs'd With happiness ...
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... raises the highest applaufe ; but the truth is , that you introduce love , as well as we do , in your tragedies . If you have not the reputation of being tenderly in- clined , ' tis not , that the heroes of your theatre are not amorous ...
... raises the highest applaufe ; but the truth is , that you introduce love , as well as we do , in your tragedies . If you have not the reputation of being tenderly in- clined , ' tis not , that the heroes of your theatre are not amorous ...
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... raise his thoughts to Girar- don or to Puget ; the painter will be fatisfied to think himself superior to his neighbour , and never strive to equal or excel le Pouffin | . I hope the fucceffours of Lewis the fourteenth may follow the ...
... raise his thoughts to Girar- don or to Puget ; the painter will be fatisfied to think himself superior to his neighbour , and never strive to equal or excel le Pouffin | . I hope the fucceffours of Lewis the fourteenth may follow the ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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,...