Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 psl. |
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... say , my lord , that you had not one good tragedy ; but for recompence , you have in these monftrous compofitions , fcenes truly admirable . Almost all the tragic authors of your nation are defective in in that elegance , that exactness ...
... say , my lord , that you had not one good tragedy ; but for recompence , you have in these monftrous compofitions , fcenes truly admirable . Almost all the tragic authors of your nation are defective in in that elegance , that exactness ...
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... say against Mr. de la Motte's opinion , but that Corneille , Ra- cine , Moliere , Addifon , Congreve , Maf- fei , have all fubmitted to the dramatic laws which he endeavours to fubvert , it fhould be fufficient to deter any body that ...
... say against Mr. de la Motte's opinion , but that Corneille , Ra- cine , Moliere , Addifon , Congreve , Maf- fei , have all fubmitted to the dramatic laws which he endeavours to fubvert , it fhould be fufficient to deter any body that ...
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... say it , though you dread to hear it . Your example must encourage perfons of your fex and rank to think , that they may ftill be more ennobled by improving their reason ; and that wit is an ornament to them . There was a time * A ...
... say it , though you dread to hear it . Your example must encourage perfons of your fex and rank to think , that they may ftill be more ennobled by improving their reason ; and that wit is an ornament to them . There was a time * A ...
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... but enchanting pleafures of the world ; in a word , to be able to say one day with Lucretius that poetical philofopher , whose beauties and errors are so well known to you : Above -Above all ' tis pleasantest to get The top of [ 11 ]
... but enchanting pleafures of the world ; in a word , to be able to say one day with Lucretius that poetical philofopher , whose beauties and errors are so well known to you : Above -Above all ' tis pleasantest to get The top of [ 11 ]
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... saying , it was calculated to fatyrife and ridicule religion and devotion ; though the perfonage attacked in the play , is fuppofed only to wear the mask of both . Moliere , by being valet de chambre to Lewis the fourteenth , and very ...
... saying , it was calculated to fatyrife and ridicule religion and devotion ; though the perfonage attacked in the play , is fuppofed only to wear the mask of both . Moliere , by being valet de chambre to Lewis the fourteenth , and very ...
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