Boston Prize Poems: And Other Specimens of Dramatic PoetryJoseph T. Buckingham, 1824 - 130 pages |
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altars Ambition's Apollo Avon Avon's Bard beam beauty Behold blest bosom breast bright bright eye brow burst buskined charms chords classick clime clouds crown dark deed deep delight dome Drama E'en earth echoes enchanted fairy Falstaff fame fancy Fancy's fane feeling fire Garrick's gaze Genius gloom glory glowing grace grave Greece grief hail hand hath heart heaven honours immortal inspired laurel light lute lyre Macbeth madness magick matchless mighty mind mirth MONODY Muses musick Nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pale passions praise pride PRIZE PROLOGUE Rapture realms reign ROBERT TREAT PAINE rolls Rome round scene scenick seraph Shakspeare Shakspeare's shrine sigh slumbering smile soars song soul sound spell spirit springs stage strains sway sweet swell taste tears terror THEATRE thee Thespis thine thou throne trembling triumph Vice Virtue wake wand wave ween weeping wild wings wonder worlds unknown wreath
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Page 106 - 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?
Page 108 - Nature fled. But forc'd, at length, her ancient reign to quit, She saw great Faustus lay the ghost of Wit; Exulting Folly hail'd the joyful day, And Pantomime and Song confirm'd her sway.
Page 105 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 105 - 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.
Page 109 - 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.
Page 105 - 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.
Page 107 - When Learning's triumph o'er her barbarous foes First reared the stage immortal Shakespeare rose: Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds and then imagined new : Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toiled after him in vain : His powerful strokes presiding Truth impressed And unresisted Passion stormed the breast.
Page 108 - And pantomime and song confirm'd her sway. But who the coming changes can presage, And mark the future periods of the stage? Perhaps, if skill could distant times explore, New Behns, new Durfeys, yet remain in store; Perhaps where Lear has raved, and Hamlet died, On flying cars new sorcerers may ride; Perhaps (for who can guess the effects of chance?) Here Hunt may box, or Mahomet may dance.
Page 107 - 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.
Page 107 - The wits of Charles found easier ways to fame, Nor wish'd for Jonson's art, or Shakespeare's flame; Themselves they studied; as they felt, they writ; intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit.