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... imitated the French tragedians , he seems never to have recognised the might of French comedy . For Molière , who was nine years his senior , he felt no such veneration as he was ready to express for Corneille , and he never fell under ...
... imitated the French tragedians , he seems never to have recognised the might of French comedy . For Molière , who was nine years his senior , he felt no such veneration as he was ready to express for Corneille , and he never fell under ...
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... imitates the Misanthrope of Molière , moreover , in one of these plays , which , if the fabulous date could be accepted , must have been written before that comedy appeared . Wycherley , who was a Catholic , was brought up in the west ...
... imitates the Misanthrope of Molière , moreover , in one of these plays , which , if the fabulous date could be accepted , must have been written before that comedy appeared . Wycherley , who was a Catholic , was brought up in the west ...
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... imitated or continued by Vanbrugh , in his own first play , The Relapse , and this increased Cibber's reputation . In 1697 he published Woman's Wit , a piece of inferior merit ; but achieved again a popular suc- cess with Love makes a ...
... imitated or continued by Vanbrugh , in his own first play , The Relapse , and this increased Cibber's reputation . In 1697 he published Woman's Wit , a piece of inferior merit ; but achieved again a popular suc- cess with Love makes a ...
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... imitated , but the manner of the poem was of less importance than the cynical matter , in which it was striven to show that a hive of prosperous vicious bees was ruined by becoming virtuous : " To enjoy the world's conveniences , Be fam ...
... imitated , but the manner of the poem was of less importance than the cynical matter , in which it was striven to show that a hive of prosperous vicious bees was ruined by becoming virtuous : " To enjoy the world's conveniences , Be fam ...
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... imitated the Spectator , and who is often assumed , though somewhat too rashly , to have suggested the tone of Pamela . Into this latter question we shall presently have need to inquire again . It is enough to point out here that when ...
... imitated the Spectator , and who is often assumed , though somewhat too rashly , to have suggested the tone of Pamela . Into this latter question we shall presently have need to inquire again . It is enough to point out here that when ...
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Page 233 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 290 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Page 223 - The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes. Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms Where o'er the rock...
Page 289 - Seven years, my Lord, have now past, since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it, at last, to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 294 - The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by: His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
Page 236 - I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation that there was no restraining; not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.
Page 289 - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement or one smile of favour. Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
Page 121 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 60 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 125 - In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares morality expires. For public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restor'd ; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.