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Pope's Essay on Criticisme
Pope's Essay on Criticism
Byron's English Bards, &.c.
CRITICS. - (See CRITICISM.)
A stoay adversary, an inhuman wretch,
SHAKSPEARE. Do not insult calamity; It is a barbarous grossness to lay on The weight of scorn, where heavy misery Too much already weighs men's fortunes down.
DANIEL. Thou shalt behold him stretch'd in all the agonies Of a tormenting and a shameful death! His bleeding bowels, and his broken limbs, Insulted o'er by a vile butchering villain.
Orway's Venice Preserved. Bring forth the rack: Fetch hither cords, and knives, and sulphurous flames; He shall be bound and gash’d, his skin fleec’d, burnt alive ; He shall be hours, days, years, a-dying!
Nat. LEE. Wire-draw his skin, spin all his nerves like hair, And work his tortur'd flesh as thin as flame.
Nat. LEE. I reverence the coachman who cries “ Gee,” And spares the lash. When I behold a spider Prey on a fly, a magpie on a worm, Or view a butcher, with horn-handled knife, Slaughter a tender lamb as dead as muttonIndeed, indeed, I'm very, very sick!
CRUELTY - TORTURE.
The savage brute, that haunts in woods remote,
Oh! rather fail this ardent breath,
Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjou
Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjou,
Byron's Marino Faliero
And ponder still
A saint had cried out,
Byron's Two Foscari.
Nurtur'd in blood betimes, his heart delights
BYRON'S Childe Harold
Humanity is policy in war,
Dawes' Athenia of Damascus
I loathe that low vice, Curiosity.
Byron's Don Juan. Since that first fatal hour when Eve,
With all the fruits of Eden blest,
Moore's Loves of the Angels.
Sprague's Curiosity. 'Tis Curiosity-who hath not felt Its spirit, and before its altar knelt?
SPRAGUE's Curiosity. Be it a bonfire, or a city's blaze, The gibbet's victim, or the nation's gaze, A female atheist, or a learned dog, A monstrous pumpkin, or a mammoth hog, A murder, or a muster ;-'t is the same, Life's follies, glories, griefs,-all feed the flame.
SPRAGUE's Curiosity. Sport drops his ball, Toil throws his hammer by, Thrift breaks a bargain off, to please his eye.
SPRAGUE's Curiosity How many a noble art, now widely known, Owes its young impulse to this power alone!
SPRAGUE's Curiosity As down the pane the rival rain-drops chase, Curious he'll watch to see which wins the race; And let two dogs beneath his window fight, He'll shut his Bible to enjoy the sight.
CURSES - MALEDICTIONS.
How thro' the buzzing crowd he threads his way,
CURSES - MALEDICTIONS.
May all th' infections that the sun sucks up
SHAKSPEARE. May sorrow, shame, and sickness overtake her, And all her beauties, like my hopes, be blasted !
Rowe. Let the world
dark, That the extinguish'd sun may hide thy shame!
AARON HILL And when life declines, May thy sure heirs stand tittring round thy bed, And, ush'ring in their fav'rites, burst thy locks, And ill their laps with gold, till want and care With joy depart, and cry, “ We want no more !"
SHENSTONE. May the grass
wither from thy feet! the woods Deny thee shelter! earth a home! the dust A grave! and heaven her God !
Byron's Cinn. So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!
Byron's Curse of Minerva