Titus and Berenice: A Tragedy, Acted at the Duke's Theatre. With a Farce Called the Cheats of Scapin, 第 1 卷T. Turner, 1813 - 62 頁 |
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第 43 頁
... torment of our souls , The wise man's fetter , and the range of fools ! Who is't would court thee if he knew thy ills ? He who the greatest heap of honour piles , Does nothing else but build a dang❜rous shelf , Or erect mountains to o ...
... torment of our souls , The wise man's fetter , and the range of fools ! Who is't would court thee if he knew thy ills ? He who the greatest heap of honour piles , Does nothing else but build a dang❜rous shelf , Or erect mountains to o ...
第 50 頁
... torments which to th ' damn'd are due , Light on me , if inflicted not on you . The brave Athenian false ! it cannot be ; His soul ne'er dreamt of such impiety . Tiss . Sir , you're unkind if you suspect me false . I never yet abus'd ...
... torments which to th ' damn'd are due , Light on me , if inflicted not on you . The brave Athenian false ! it cannot be ; His soul ne'er dreamt of such impiety . Tiss . Sir , you're unkind if you suspect me false . I never yet abus'd ...
第 56 頁
... torments groan ; Where howling fiends lie chain'd , and where's no light , But thickest darkness covers ev'ry one , I come to warn thee , mortal , of thy sin ; Short time is here left for thee to remain ; " Twere fit that thy repentance ...
... torments groan ; Where howling fiends lie chain'd , and where's no light , But thickest darkness covers ev'ry one , I come to warn thee , mortal , of thy sin ; Short time is here left for thee to remain ; " Twere fit that thy repentance ...
第 57 頁
... torments are , Methinks there's yet some brav'ry in despair . The easy king looks little in his state , His crown is for his head too great a weight ; But I will ease him , and adorn this brow ; Thus to my aims no limits I'll allow ...
... torments are , Methinks there's yet some brav'ry in despair . The easy king looks little in his state , His crown is for his head too great a weight ; But I will ease him , and adorn this brow ; Thus to my aims no limits I'll allow ...
第 70 頁
... torments quickly will be gone ; Tho ' I could wish they might to years renew , So I might still be blest with seeing you . Now the black storms of fate are all blown o'er , And we shall meet , and ne'er be parted more . But oh farewell ...
... torments quickly will be gone ; Tho ' I could wish they might to years renew , So I might still be blest with seeing you . Now the black storms of fate are all blown o'er , And we shall meet , and ne'er be parted more . But oh farewell ...
常見字詞
Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Arsaces bear Berenice blest bliss blood brave breast bus'ness charms crown d'ye dare dear death despair Don Car Don Carlos Don John Drax Draxilla Dryden e'er Eboli Enter ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fate father fear friendship glories Gomez gone griefs Gripe Guards happy hast hate hear heart heav'n honour hopes is't kind King Leand look lord lov'd madam Methinks ne'er never o'er Octavian Otway Otway's passion PATROCLUS Phoenice pity play pleasure Posa pow'r prince Queen revenge rogue Rui-Gom Rui-Gomez Scap Scapin SCENE shew Shift slave soul Sparta speak stay tears tell thee Ther Theramnes there's thing THOMAS OTWAY thou thought Thrif Timandra Tiss Tissaphernes Titus torments tragedy treason twas twill Venice Preserved vows what's Whilst wretched writer wrong your's
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第 27 頁 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
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. For which reason, though he has admirably succeeded in the tender and melting...
第 x 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 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 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 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 liv 頁 - is the gift of Jupiter;" and, to speak in the same heathen language, We call it .the gift of our Apollo, not to be obtained by pains or study, if we are. not born to it: for the motions which are studied are never so natural as those which break out in the height of a real passion. Mr. Otway possessed this part as thoroughly as any of the ancients or modetons.
第 xxii 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!
第 xlii 頁 - Poets in honour of the truth should write, With the same spirit brave 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...
第 205 頁 - C'est par là que Molière, illustrant ses écrits, Peut-être de son art eût remporté le prix, Si, moins ami du peuple, en ses doctes peintures II n'eût point fait souvent grimacer ses figures, Quitté, pour le bouffon, l'agréable et le fin, Et sans honte à Térence allié Tabarin : Dans ce sac ridicule où Scapin s'enveloppe Je ne reconnais plus l'auteur du Misanthrope.