Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 psl. |
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... taken from Sophocles , appeared to them quite infipid . In fhort , the actors who were great men at that time , and great coxcombs , abfo- lutely refused to bring on the play . I was then extremely young ; I fuppofed , they must be in ...
... taken from Sophocles , appeared to them quite infipid . In fhort , the actors who were great men at that time , and great coxcombs , abfo- lutely refused to bring on the play . I was then extremely young ; I fuppofed , they must be in ...
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... taken from the Greek . Befides , it was looked upon as the greatest mark of rashness in me , to dare to undertake a subject which Peter Corneille had already handled fo fuccefs- fully . Corneille's Edipus at that time was thought ...
... taken from the Greek . Befides , it was looked upon as the greatest mark of rashness in me , to dare to undertake a subject which Peter Corneille had already handled fo fuccefs- fully . Corneille's Edipus at that time was thought ...
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... taken the liberty to dif pute upon this point , with Mr. de la Motte , I have read over the difcourfe of the great Corneille on the three unities ; who is worthier of being confulted than I am . He expreffes himself in this manner ...
... taken the liberty to dif pute upon this point , with Mr. de la Motte , I have read over the difcourfe of the great Corneille on the three unities ; who is worthier of being confulted than I am . He expreffes himself in this manner ...
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... has , more or lefs , ftrictly obeyed this rule . The theatre fhould be taken up from the first to the laft act with a fingle event ; past in one day and in one place , Mr. Mr. de la Motte , not content with en- deavouring [ 54 ]
... has , more or lefs , ftrictly obeyed this rule . The theatre fhould be taken up from the first to the laft act with a fingle event ; past in one day and in one place , Mr. Mr. de la Motte , not content with en- deavouring [ 54 ]
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... taken to maintain and fupport them ; and these trees planted : by Lewis the fourteenth , may degene- rate thro ' want of culture . The public will ftill have tafte , but no great masters will be found . The fculptor will see but people ...
... taken to maintain and fupport them ; and these trees planted : by Lewis the fourteenth , may degene- rate thro ' want of culture . The public will ftill have tafte , but no great masters will be found . The fculptor will see but people ...
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