The Complete Art of Poetry: In Six Parts, I. Of the Nature, Use, Excellence, Rise and Progress of Poetry, &c.; II. Of the Use and Necessity of Rules in Poetry; III. Of the Manner, Rules, and Art of Composing Epigrams, Pastorals, Odes, &c.; IV. Of Tragedy and Comedy; how to Draw the Plot, and Form the Characters of Both; V. The Rules of the Epic Or Narrative Poem, of the Poetic Diction Or Language, and of English Numbers; VI. A Collection of the Most Beautiful Descriptions, Similes, Allusions, &c. from Spenser, and Our Best English Poets, as Well Ancient as Modern, with Above Ten Thousand Verses, Not to be Found in Any Performance of this Kind; Shakespeariana, Or the Most Beautiful Topicks, Descriptions, and Similes that Occur Throughout All Shakespear's Plays, כרך 2
Charles Rivington, 1718
מה אומרים אנשים - כתיבת ביקורת
לא מצאנו ביקורות במקומות הרגילים
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Æther aloft Arms artsul Beams beamy Beauty behold Billows Birds Blood bold Breast Breath bright Centaur Charms Clouds Coursers dark dark Dominions Death deep Defire doth dreadsul Dryd e'er Earth ev'n ev'ry Eyes Face fair fame fantastick Fate Fear Field fierce Fire Flame flies Flood Flow'rs foul Fury Gold golden goodly Grace Ground Hand Head Heart Heav'n Honour Ktrg Light Limbs Lise Love mighty Milt Mind mortal Nature Nature's Night Nymph o'er Orph Ovid Pain Plain pleas'd Pleasure Pow'r Pride Rage rifing roar Rocks roul Scythian sear seem'd Shade Shak shine Shore Sight Skies Sleep slore smiling soft Soul Sound spide spread Spring Stars Storm Streams sweet swift Sword Tears Tempest thee Things thou thoufand thrice thro Thunder Trees trembling vex'd Virg Virtue Vryd wanton Waves whoes Winds Wings Woods World Wound
עמוד 303 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her! What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have?
עמוד 262 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung , Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young. The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets; beat the drums! Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
עמוד 255 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
עמוד 444 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double ... etc. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
עמוד 402 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
עמוד 218 - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
עמוד 160 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
עמוד 347 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
עמוד 287 - All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold; and next to Life, Our death, the Tree of Knowledge, grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
עמוד 324 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.