Comedy, on the other hand, aims to amuse, and seeks chiefly the topics of common life. It deals largely in ridicule and satire, and often ends in the marriage or other good fortune of the principal personages. Among the Greek dramatists are Aeschylus, Euripides, Sophocles, and Aristophanes; and in English Literature, Shakespeare, who perhaps is the greatest in all literature. His plays are numerous, and are divided into Tragedies, Comedies, and Histories. These last are dramatic representations of portions of English history, and are mainly tragic in their character, though having a large comic element. MACDUFF MACBETH Act IV. Sc. iii. Shakespeare. Fit to govern! No, not to live. O nation miserable! With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, By his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, XV. Satirical Poetry A Satire is a poem intended to hold up the follies of men to ridicule. It aims to reform men only by appealing to their sense of shame. It is impersonal, or personal, exposing faults in general, rather than exposing individuals. Dear Sir,-You wish to know my notions It is a nose that wunt be led. So, to begin at the beginnin', Thet is, I mean, it seems to me so, An', fact, it don't smell very strong; I'm an eclectic; ez to choozin' "Twixt this an' thet, I'm plaguy lawth; I leave a side that looks like losin', But (wile there's doubt) I stick to both; I stan' upon the Constitution, Ez preudunt statesmun say, who've planned A way to git the most profusion O' chances ez to ware they'll stand. Biglow Papers. XVI. The Lampoon A lampoon attacks individuals. Examples: "Let him be gallows-free by my consent, * Let him rail on; let his invective Muse "Drink, swear, and roar, forbear no lewd delight For treason, botched in rhyme, will be thy bane; XVII. The Epitaph Dryden. The Epitaph is similar in some degree to the Elegy, but it is only for the passer-by to read, scarcely ever voiced from the platform. It is usually placed on tombstones as silent reminders from the dead to the living, although the dead may or may not have originated the thought, as many times we find various epitaphs which it would seem could have been conceived only by some perverted mind. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, There they alike in trembling hope repose,The Bosom of his Father and his God. TWO HUNDRED YEARS John Pierpont. Two hundred years!-two hundred years! The red man, at his horrid rite, Seen by the stars at night's cold noon, Left on the wave beneath the moon His dance, his yell, his council fire, And that pale pilgrim band is gone, The ark of freedom and of God. And war-that since o'er ocean came, Chief, sachem, sage, bards, heroes, seers, That live in story and in song, Time, for the last two hundred years, Has raised, and shown, and swept along. "Tis like a dream when one awakesThis vision of the scenes of old; 'Tis like the moon, when morning breaks, "Tis like a tale round watch-fires told. God of our fathers,-in whose sight Are but the break and close of day. Grant us that love of truth sublime, |