Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionJ. Warren, 1821 - 356 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 37
Página 3
... lights ; or were swallowed up in the headlong torrent of puri- tanic zeal which succeeded , and swept away every thing in its unsparing course , throwing up the wrecks of taste and genius at random , and at long fitful intervals ...
... lights ; or were swallowed up in the headlong torrent of puri- tanic zeal which succeeded , and swept away every thing in its unsparing course , throwing up the wrecks of taste and genius at random , and at long fitful intervals ...
Página 5
... light " glimmering on the confines of Chaos and old night ; new manners rise , and all the cumbrous " pomp of elder days ” vanishes , and is lost in worse than Gothic darkness . Pavilioned in the glittering pride of our superficial ...
... light " glimmering on the confines of Chaos and old night ; new manners rise , and all the cumbrous " pomp of elder days ” vanishes , and is lost in worse than Gothic darkness . Pavilioned in the glittering pride of our superficial ...
Página 6
... light of our unexpected discoveries , and the noise we made about them . Strange error of our infatuated self - love ! Because the clothes we remember to have seen worn when we were children , are now out of fashion , and our grand ...
... light of our unexpected discoveries , and the noise we made about them . Strange error of our infatuated self - love ! Because the clothes we remember to have seen worn when we were children , are now out of fashion , and our grand ...
Página 12
... light , as a sort of monster of poetical genius , or on his contemporaries as " less than smallest dwarfs , " when he speaks with true , not false modesty , of himself and them , and of his wayward thoughts , " desiring this man's art ...
... light , as a sort of monster of poetical genius , or on his contemporaries as " less than smallest dwarfs , " when he speaks with true , not false modesty , of himself and them , and of his wayward thoughts , " desiring this man's art ...
Página 39
... light , " Such as a lamp whose light doth fade away , Or as the moon clothed with cloudy night Doth shew to him that walks in fear and sad affright . " The dramatic literature of this period only wants exploring , to fill the enquiring ...
... light , " Such as a lamp whose light doth fade away , Or as the moon clothed with cloudy night Doth shew to him that walks in fear and sad affright . " The dramatic literature of this period only wants exploring , to fill the enquiring ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
admiration Æschylus affected Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath character classical comedy common-place Cynthia's Revels D'Ol dead death Deckar delight Devil doth dramatic Duchess of Malfy Duke effeminacy Endymion Eumenides extravagant eyes faith fancy Faustus feeling fire flowers friends Friscobaldo genius give grace hand hath head heart heaven Hodge honour human Hydriotaphia imagination imitation Jeremy Taylor Jonson kings kiss learning live look Lord Lover's Melancholy manner ment Michael Drayton mind moral Muse nature never night noble Noble Kinsmen passage passion Petrarch play poet poetical poetry pride quincunxes racter Rhod says scene Sejanus sense sentiment Shakespear shew Sir Rad Sir Thomas Brown sort soul speak spirit striking style sweet taste thee there's thing thou thought tion tragedy true truth unto virtue woman words writers youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 225 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.