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第 liv 頁 - Otway has followed nature in the language of his tragedy, and therefore shines in the passionate parts, more than any of our English poets. As there is something familiar and domestic in the fable of his tragedy, more than in those of any other poet, he has little pomp, but great force, in his expressions.
第 liv 頁 - Preserved ; but I must bear this testimony to his memory, that .the passions are truly touched in it, though, perhaps, there is somewhat to be desired both in the grounds of them, and in the height and elegance of expression ; but nature is there, which is the greatest beauty. " In the passions," says our author, " we must have a very great regard to the quality of the persons who are actually possessed with them.
第 xxxviii 頁 - Thou die! thou kill my friend! — or thou— -or thou — Or thou, with that lean, wither'd, wretched face! Away! disperse all to your several charges, And meet to-morrow where your honour calls you...
第 xlii 頁 - ... men for it fight; And though against him causeless hatreds rise, And daily where he goes of late, he spies The scowls of sullen and revengeful eyes; "Tis what he knows with much contempt to bear, And serves a cause too good to let him fear: He fears no poison from an...
第 liii 頁 - To express the passions which are seated in the heart, by outward signs, is one great precept of the painters, and very difficult to perform. In poetry, the same passions and motions of the mind are to be expressed ; and in this consists the principal difficulty, as well as the excellency of that art. This...
第 xxvi 頁 - Tom Otway came next, Tom Shadwell's dear zany, And swears for heroicks he writes best of any ; Don Carlos his pockets so amply had fill'd. That his mange was quite cur'd, and his lice were all kill'd. But Apollo had seen his face on the stage, And prudently did not think fit to engage The scum of a play-house, for the prop of an age.
第 xix 頁 - He has often called me an atheist in print; I would believe more charitably of him, and that he only goes the broad way, because the other is too narrow for him.
第 viii 頁 - Ilissus' distant side ? Deserted stream and mute ! Wild Arun* too has heard thy strains, And Echo 'midst my native plains Been sooth'd by Pity's lute : There first the wren thy myrtles shed On gentlest Otway's infant head ; To him thy cell was shown ; And while he sung the female heart, With youth's soft notes unspoil'd by art, Thy turtles mix'd their own.
第 xx 頁 - I have heard of a sea captain as fat as he, who, to escape arrests, would lay himself flat upon the ground, and let the bailiffs carry him to prison, if they could. If a messenger or two, nay, we may put in three or four, should come, he has friendly advertisement how to escape them. But to leave him, who is not worth any further consideration, now I have done laughing at him, — would every man knew his own talent, and that they, who are only born for drinking, would let both poetry and prose alone!