A Philosophical Inquiry Into the Source of the Pleasures Derived from Tragic Representations: From which is Deduced the Secret of Giving Dramatic Interest to Tragedies Intended for the Stage
Sherwood, Jones and Company, 1824 - 405 trang
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acquainted action admit affected agreeable appear arise attention audience beautiful becomes called cause character circumstances consequently continue critic delight derive describe desire disagreeable discover distress emotions endure energy enjoy enjoyment entirely equally evident excite existence expression external fact faculty feelings felt fitted former genius give greater happiness heart Hence human nature idea images imagination imitation immediate impart impression individual influence instance intensity interest latter laws least less manner means mental mind moment never object observed obvious organs original ourselves pain painting particular passion perceive perception perfect person philosophers placed plea pleasing poet possess present principles produce propensities prove reason reflection regard render Representations says scenes senses sensible sentiments sion situation soul strong sensations stronger strongly sufferings suppose sure sympathy taste theory thing tion traced tragedy Tragic Pleasure true truth unless virtue writer yield
Trang 129 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Trang 290 - Shakespeare is above all writers, at least above all modern writers, the poet of Nature; the poet that holds up to his readers a faithful mirror of manners and of life. His characters are not modified by the customs of particular places, unpractised by the rest of the world; by the peculiarities of studies or professions, which can operate but upon small numbers; or by the accidents of transient fashions or temporary opinions: they are the genuine progeny of common humanity, such as the world will...
Trang 179 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches born to work and weep Explore the mine or tempt the dangerous deep...
Trang 286 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Trang 179 - Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay, While Resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
Trang 74 - To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.
Trang 384 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them As in their birth wherein they are not guilty Since nature cannot choose his origin By the o'ergrowth of some complexion Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason...
Trang 128 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.