Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of Old English Books, with Original Disquisitions, Articles of Biography, and Other Literary Antiquities, Band 9
Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1809
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Seite 44 - Night Dreame, & his Merchant of Venice: for tragedy, his Richard the 2. Richard the 3. Henry the 4. King lohn, Titus Andronicus, and his Romeo and Juliet. " As Epius Stolo said that the muses would speak with Plautus' tongue if they would speak Latin, so I say that the muses would speak with
Seite 408 - I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream; Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not my dream." &c. " Behold the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive ? But fate has will'd, and we must
Seite 412 - poppies spread ; You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm." * But the charm will be renewed; and real poetry will always delight, as it re-appears, in spite of
Seite 293 - Joash King of Israel sent to Amaziah King of Judah saying, the thistle that was in Lebanon sent to the cedar that was in Lebanon, saying, give thy daughter to my son to wife, and there passed by a wild beast and trode down the thistle.
Seite 342 - weight. There needs no more be said to extol the excellence and power of his wit, and pleasantness of his conversation, than that it was of magnitude enough to cover a world of very great faults ; that is, so to cover them, that they were not taken notice of to his reproach; viz. a narrowness in his
Seite 342 - support him in any virtuous [undertaking; an insinuation and servile flattery to the height, the vainest and most imperious nature could be contented with ; that it preserved and won his life from those who were most resolved to take it; and in an occasion in which he ought to have been ambitious to have lost it
Seite 41 - and Aristophanes; and the Latine tongue by Virgill, Quid, Horace, Silius Italicus, Lucanus, Lucretius, Ausonius and Claudianus: so the English tongue is mightily enriched, and gorgeouslie inuested in rare ornaments and resplendent abiliments by Sir Philip Sidney, Spencer, Daniel, Drayton, Warner, Shakespeare, Marlow, and Chapman. "As Xenophon, who did imitate so excellently,
Seite 351 - acorn-bed to lie ! Up with the day; the sun thou welcom'st then} Sport'st in the gilt plats of his beams, And all these merry days mak'st merry men, Thy self, and melancholy streams. But ah! the sickle ! golden ears are cropt; Ceres and Bacchus bid good night; Sharp frosty fingers all your
Seite 415 - porch and jaws of hell Sat deep REMORSE OF CONSCIENCE, all besprent With tears; and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness.; and cursing never stent To sob and sigh; but ever thus lament • With thoughtful care, as she that all in vain Would wear and waste continually in pain. Her eyes unstedfast rolling here and there,
Seite 86 - The monster London laugh at me ; I should at thee too, foolish city ! If it were fit to laugh at misery; But thy estate I pity. Let but the wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Ee'n thou, who dost thy millions boast,