Elements of Criticism, Volume 3A. Miller, London; and A. Kincaid & J. Bell, Edinburgh, 1762 - Criticism |
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... epic poem , or in any ele- vated fubject , a writer ought to avoid rai- fing a fimile upon a low image , which ne- ver fails to bring down the principal subject . In general , it is a rule , that a grand object ought never to be ...
... epic poem , or in any ele- vated fubject , a writer ought to avoid rai- fing a fimile upon a low image , which ne- ver fails to bring down the principal subject . In general , it is a rule , that a grand object ought never to be ...
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... . Such false coin , or bastard wit , does extremely well in bur- lefque ; but is far below the dignity of the epic , or of any serious compofition : The The noble fifter of Poplicola , The moon of Rome 42 Ch . XIX . COMPARISONS .
... . Such false coin , or bastard wit , does extremely well in bur- lefque ; but is far below the dignity of the epic , or of any serious compofition : The The noble fifter of Poplicola , The moon of Rome 42 Ch . XIX . COMPARISONS .
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... epic poetry ; and at no rate are they proper , till the reader be warmed , and by an enlivened imagination be prepared to relish them : in that state of mind , they are extremely a greeable . But while we are fedate and at- tentive to ...
... epic poetry ; and at no rate are they proper , till the reader be warmed , and by an enlivened imagination be prepared to relish them : in that state of mind , they are extremely a greeable . But while we are fedate and at- tentive to ...
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... epic poem ; giving for a reason , that the writer ought to husband bis fire . This reafon has weight ; but what is faid above suggests a reafon ftill more weighty : Bold thoughts and figures are never relished till the mind be heated ...
... epic poem ; giving for a reason , that the writer ought to husband bis fire . This reafon has weight ; but what is faid above suggests a reafon ftill more weighty : Bold thoughts and figures are never relished till the mind be heated ...
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... every thing that paffes . In this view , the narra- tive in an epic poem ought to rival a picturę Part 1. fec . 6 , in the livelinefs and accuracy of its repre- fentations : in 174 Ch . XXI . NARRATION AND Again, ...
... every thing that paffes . In this view , the narra- tive in an epic poem ought to rival a picturę Part 1. fec . 6 , in the livelinefs and accuracy of its repre- fentations : in 174 Ch . XXI . NARRATION AND Again, ...
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Page 167 - pond ; And do a wilful ftillnefs .entertain, .... . , With purpofe to be drefs'd in an, opinion, Of wifdom, gravity, profound conceit.; As who fhould fay, I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! O my Anthonio, I
Page 155 - truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A ftill and quiet conference. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and, from thefe fhoulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load would fink a navy, too much honour. Henry
Page 64 - Seal up the fhip-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious furge; And in the vifitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monftrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the flipp'ry
Page 63 - Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court; and there the antic fits, Scoffing his ftate, and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little fcene To
Page 366 - And hence it is, that an object feen at the termination of a confined view, is more agreeable than when feen in a group with the furrounding objects. The crow doth fing as fweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and, I think, The nightingale, if flie
Page 64 - in an hour fo rude ; And, in the calmeft and the ftilleft night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low! lie down ; Uneafy lies the head that wears a crown. Second Part Henry IV.
Page 12 - 5* Thou divine Nature! how thyfelf thou blazon'ft In thefe two princely boys! they are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his fweet head ; and yet as rough, (Their royal blood inchaf'd) as the rud'ft wind, That by the top doth take the mountain-pine, And make him ftoop
Page 33 - Give me the crown.—Here, coufin, feize the crown, Here, on this fide, my hand; on that fide, thine; Now is this golden crown like a deep- well, That owes two buckets, filling one another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unfeen and full of water;
Page 131 - butcher ; and then gives vent to his refentment ; but ftill with manlinefs and dignity: O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue. But, gentle Heav'n! Cut fhort all intermiflion : front to front Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myfelf; Within my fword's length fet him
Page 14 - peace, was never gentle lamb more mild ; Than was that young and princely gentleman, His face thou haft; for even fo look'd he, Accomplifh'd with the number of thy hours. But when he frown'd, it was againft the French, And not againft his friends. His noble hand Did win what he did fpend;