Critical Essays on Dramatic PoetryL. Davis and C. Reymers, 1761 - 274 |
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... . In a letter to father Porée a jefuit . 34 On the neceffity of writing dramatic pieces in verse , against the opinion of mon- fieur de la Motte . In a preface to Edipus . 4.0 On $ On elegance of expreffion in tragedy . In a.
... . In a letter to father Porée a jefuit . 34 On the neceffity of writing dramatic pieces in verse , against the opinion of mon- fieur de la Motte . In a preface to Edipus . 4.0 On $ On elegance of expreffion in tragedy . In a.
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... father Cato , who fays , Welcome my fon ! here lay him down my friends , Full in my fight , that I may view at leisure The bloody coarse , and count those glorious wounds . How beautiful is death , when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not ...
... father Cato , who fays , Welcome my fon ! here lay him down my friends , Full in my fight , that I may view at leisure The bloody coarse , and count those glorious wounds . How beautiful is death , when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not ...
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... father . " Prome- theus is bound to a rock with nails which are drove into his body and limbs . The furies answer the bloody ghost of Clitem- neftra with howling and confused noise . Several Greek tragedies , in a word , are full of ...
... father . " Prome- theus is bound to a rock with nails which are drove into his body and limbs . The furies answer the bloody ghost of Clitem- neftra with howling and confused noise . Several Greek tragedies , in a word , are full of ...
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Voltaire. of the flain son of Cato on the stage be- fore his father's eyes , be the occafion of an admirable speech from this old Ro- man ; if it has been applauded in Eng- land and in Italy by people who are the greateft partizans to ...
Voltaire. of the flain son of Cato on the stage be- fore his father's eyes , be the occafion of an admirable speech from this old Ro- man ; if it has been applauded in Eng- land and in Italy by people who are the greateft partizans to ...
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... fathers of Rome , who must have marked their aftonishment otherwife than by dumb fhew ; but which was not put in execu- tion . However , my lord , if there are any tolerable paffages in this work , I am ob- liged for it to friends who ...
... fathers of Rome , who must have marked their aftonishment otherwife than by dumb fhew ; but which was not put in execu- tion . However , my lord , if there are any tolerable paffages in this work , I am ob- liged for it to friends who ...
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