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Strana 104 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Strana 105 - Each change of many-coloured life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new : Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting time toiled after him in vain.
Strana 103 - Virtue confessed in human shape he draws, What Plato thought, and godlike Cato was : No common object to your sight displays, But what with pleasure heaven itself surveys, A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling, with a falling state.
Strana 107 - Ah ! let not censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Strana 103 - To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, -and be what they behold: For this the tragic muse first trod the stage, Commanding tears to stream through every age; Tyrants no more .their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Strana 105 - Jonson came, instructed from the school, To please in method, and invent by rule; His studious patience and laborious art, By regular approach essay'd the heart; Cold approbation gave the lingering bays; For those who durst not censure, scarce could praise A mortal born, he met the general doom, But left, like Egypt's kings, a lasting tomb.
Strana 120 - Amid the hearts which seek ingenuous fame, Our toil attempts the most precarious claim To him whose mimic pencil wins the prize, Obedient Fame immortal wreaths supplies : Whate'er of wonder Reynolds now may raise. Raphael still boasts contemporary praise : Each dazzling light and gaudier bloom subdued, With...
Strana 14 - With boding tongue foul murders numbering ; Sleep's leaden portals catch the sound. In his dream of blood for mercy quaking, At his own dull scream behold him waking ! Soon that dream to fate shall turn : For him the living furies burn ; For him the vulture sits on yonder misty peak, And chides the lagging night, and whets her hungry beak. Hark ! the trumpet's warning breath Echoes round the vale of death. Unhorsed, unhelmed, disdaining shield, The panting tyrant scours the field.
Strana 104 - Our scene precariously subsists too long On French translation, and Italian song : Dare to have sense yourselves ; assert the stage, Be justly warm'd with your own native rage. Such plays alone should please a British ear, As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear. ' Britons attend .-] Altered thus by the author, from " Britons arise," to humour, we are told, the timid delicacy of Mr.