Dryden so tragediedigter: En studie over den engelske tragedie i tidsrummet 1660-1700, af Torben Lundbeck |
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Abdalla Actium Adrastus afhandling Agra Alexas Almahide Almanzor Almeria Almeyda Antonius Arimant Aureng Zebe Belvidera Benducar Benzayda blankvers blankverset bliver Boabdelin Castalio citater Cleopatra Corneille Creon Cæsar death digtere Dolabella Dorax drama dramatiske dronning Dryden dræbe dræbt død elsker engelske erklærer Essay Eurydice eyes findes Fletcher forskellige forsvar fortæller franske føler følgende fører første gamle giver Granadas Granadas erobring Guise gør går handling heart heaven helt hende hertugen honour Howard hører hån imidlertid Indamora indianske kejser Jaffier Jocasta karaktererne kejseren know Kong Ødipus konge kritik kærlighed lader Laius Laius's Lees lidenskaber love lykke Lyndaraxa mand Maximins Maximinus Monimia Montezuma Morat muftien Octavia Otway Ozmyn personer Polydore replik rimede vers rimet Roxana Rymer satire scenen Scott Sebastian sejret Shake Shakespeare skrevet skuespil Sofokles soul stykket svarer synes søger thee think thou tilbage Tiresias tragedie udvikling Ventidius viser world Zulema ægte æmnet Ødipus ånd
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Page 72 - tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Page 67 - But spite of all his pride, a secret shame Invades his breast at Shakespeare's sacred name: Awed when he hears his godlike Romans rage, He, in a just despair, would quit the stage.
Page 91 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have...
Page 195 - O gracious God! how far have we Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy! Made prostitute and profligate the Muse, Debased to each obscene and impious use, Whose harmony was first ordained above For tongues of angels, and for hymns of love! O wretched we! why were we hurried down This lubrique and adulterate age, (Nay, added fat pollutions of our own,) T' increase the steaming ordures of the stage? What can we say t
Page 35 - If from thy hands, alone my death can be, I am immortal, and a god to thee. If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low, That I must stoop ere I can give the blow : But mine is fixed so far above thy crown, That all thy men, Piled on thy back, can never pull it down: But, at my ease, thy destiny I send, By ceasing from this hour to be thy friend.
Page 66 - Tis much more hard to please himself than you: And out of no feign'd modesty, this day Damns his laborious trifle of a play : Not that it's worse than what before he writ; But he has now another taste of wit; And, to confess a truth, though out of time, Grows weary of his long-loved mistress, Rhyme...
Page 36 - No, there is a necessity in Fate, Why still the brave bold man is fortunate; He keeps his object ever full in sight, And that assurance holds him firm and right, True, 'tis a narrow way that leads to bliss, \ But right before there is no precipice; ) Fear makes men look aside, and so their footing miss.
Page 101 - This shows not well above. Then what am I, The murderer of this truth, this innocence! Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt!
Page 91 - The herd come jumping by me, And, fearless, quench their thirst, while I look on, And take me for their fellow-citizen.
Page 31 - I'le lead you thence to melancholy Groves. And there repeat the Scenes of our past Loves: At night, I will within your Curtains peep; With empty arms embrace you while you sleep ; In gentle dreams I often will be by; And sweep along, before your closing eye.