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I would beg the critics to remember, that It may be laid down as an almost universal Horace owed his favour and his fortune to | rule that good poets are bad critics. the character given of him by Virgil and I. MACAULAY - Criticisms on the Principal Varus; that Fundamus and Pollio are still
Italian Writers. Dante. valued by what Horace says of them; and that, in their golden age, there was a good
The opinion of the great body of the readunderstanding among the ingenious; and
| ing public is very materially influenced even those who were the most esteemed, were the
by the unsupported assertions of those who best natured.
assume a right to criticise. a. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of
m. MACAULAY- Mr. Robert Montgomery's Roscommon)- Preface to Horace's
Poems. Art of Poetry. To check young Genius' proud career, The press, the pulpit, and the stage,
The slaves, who now his throne invaded, Conspire to censure and expose our age.
Made Criticism his prime Vizir,
And from that hour his glories faded. b. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of Roscommon)-- Essay on Translated
n. MOORE - Genius and Criticism. Verse. Line 7.
Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, It is much easier to be critical than to be Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost. correct.
0. POPE-- Essay on Criticism. Line 522. C. DISRAELI (Earl of Beaconsfield)-Speech in House of Commons.
And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Jan'y 24, 1860.
Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have
made. The most noble criticism is that in which
P. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. IV. Line 125. the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author.
A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit d. Isaac DISRAELI- Curiosities of
With the same spirit that its author writ: Literature. Literary Journals.
Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to
find The talent of judging may exist separately Where nature moves, and rapture warms the from the power of execution.
mind. e. Isaac DISRAELI-- Curiosities of
9. Pope-Essay on Criticism. Line 235. Literature. Literary Dutch.
Be not the first by whom the new are tryd, Those who do not read criticism will rarely Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. merit to be criticised.
7. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 336. f. Isaac DISRAELI - Literary Character of Men of Genius. Ch. VI.
I lose my patience, and I own it too,
When works are censur'd not as bad but new; You'd scarce expect one of my age
While if our Elders break all reason's laws, To speak in public on the stage;
These fools demand not pardon, but ApAnd if I chance to fall below
plause. Demosthenes or Cicero,
POPE- Second Book of Ilorace. Ep. I. Don't view me with a critic's eye,
Line 115. But pass my imperfections by.
In every work regard tbe writer's End, 9. David EVERETT-Lines written for a
Since none can compass more than they
intend; Reviewers are forever telling authors, they And if the means be just, the conduct true, can't understand them. The author might Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. often reply: Is that my fault ?
1. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 255. to. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss. Truh.
U. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 6. The readers and the hearers like my books, But yet some writers cannot them digest;
The gen'rous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, But what care I? for when I make a feast,
And taught the world with reason to admire. I would my guests should praise it, not the
v. PopE- Essay on Criticism. Line 100. cooks.
The line too labours, and the words more i Sir John HARRINGTON- Against
slow. Writers that Carp at other Men's 20. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 3
With pleasure own your errors past, Critics are sentinels in the grand army of And make each day a critic on the last. letters, stationed at the corners of newspa X. POPE -- Essay on Criticism. Line 571. pers and reviews, 10 challenge every new
Critics I read on other men, author. j. LONGFELLOW— Kavanagh. Ch. XIII.
And hypers upon them again ;
From whose remarks I give opinion The strength of criticism lies only in the On twenty books, yet ne'er look in one. weakness of the thing criticised,
y. PRIOR- An Epistle to Fleetwood k. LONGFELLOW - kavanagh. Ch. XXX.
For I am nothing if not critical.
CURIOSITY. . Othello. Act II. Sc. 1.
I loathe that low vice, Curiosity. In such a time as this it is not meet
0. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto I. St. 23. That every nice offence should bear its com The poorest of the sex have still an itch ment.
To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. b. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3.
The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take
The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake. 'Tis a physic
p. DRYDEN- Sixth Satire of Julenal. That's bitter to sweet end.
Line 762. c. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 6.
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no
fibs. For, poems read without a name We justly praise, or justly blame;
q. GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer.
Act III. And critics have no partial views, Except they know whom they abuse.
I saw and heard, for we sometimes And since you ne'er provoke their spite,
Who dwell this wild, constrained by want, Depend upon't their judgment's right.
come forth d. JONATHAN SWIFT- On Poetry.
To town or village nigh (nighest is far),
Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear, How commentators each dark passage shun,
What happens new; fame also finds us out. And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
1. MILTON—Paradise Regained. Bk. I. € YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire VII.
S. POPE - Second Book of Horace.
Satire XI. Line 17. Man's inhumanity to man
I have perceived a most faint neglect of Makes countless thousands mourn.
late; which I have rather blamed as mine f. Burns- Man Was Made to Mourn.
own jealous curiosity, than as a very pretence
and purpose of unkindness. Detested sport,
to King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. That owes its pleasures to another's pain. They mocked thee for too much curiosity. 9. COWPER- The Task. Bk. III.
u. Timon of Alhens. Act IV. Sc. 3. Line 326.
I have seen It's not the linen you're wearing out,
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract But human creatures' lives.
Of inlaid ground, applying to his ear he HOOD-Song of the Shirt.
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul The Puritans hated bearbaiting, not be
Listened intensely. cause it gave pain to the bear, but because it
v. WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. 6. gave pleasure to the spectators. i. MACAULAY -- History of England.
Great things astonish us, and small dis
hearten: Custom makes both familiar. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; L 20. DE LA BRUYERE- The Characters or They kill us for their sport.
Manners of the Present Age. j. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Vol. II. Ch. II. If ever, henceforth, thou
Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate, These rural latches to his entrance open,
In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply I will devise a death as cruel for thee
To them we know not, and we know not why. As thon art tender to't.
X. CRABBE-- Tale. The Gentleman Farmer. k. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3.
And to my mind, though I am a native here, I must be cruel, only to be kind.
And to the manner born, it is a custom 1. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
More honor'd in the breach than the observ
ance. You are the cruell'st she alive,
y. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. If you will lead these graces to the grave,
Custom calls me to 't:And leave the world no copy.
What custom wills, in all things should we m. Tuvelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5.
The dust on antique time would lie unInhumanity is caught from man
swept, From smiling man.
And mountainous error be too highly heap'd Ñ. Young- Night Thoughts. Night V. For truth to overpeer.
Line 158. 2. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
That monster, custom, * * * is angel yet
c. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
d. Othello. Act I, Sc. 3. Use can almost change the stamp of nature.
e. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed.
6. Henry VIII. Act. I. Sc. 3.
The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lite
lessA lump of death-a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent
depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, Aud their masts fell down piecemeal; as
they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge The waves were dead; the tides were in their
grave, The Moon, their mistress, had expired be
fore; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd! Darkness had no
need Of aid from them-She was the Universe!
f. BYRON- Darkness. · The prayer of Ajax was for light; Through all that dark and desperate fight, The blackness of that noonday night.
g. LONGFELLOW-The Goblet of Life. Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and
earth, And ere a man had power to say,- Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I.
Sc. 1. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee
straight; I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. i. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4.
The charm dissolves a pace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that
mantle Their clearer reason.
Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1.
I count my time by times that I meet thee; These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons And nights, these are my old moons and my
new moons. Slow fly the hours, fast the hours flee, If thou art far from or art near to me: If thou art far, the bird's tunes are no tunes; If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes-Darkness is light and sorrow cannot be. Thou art my dream come true, and thou my
dream, The air I breathe, the world wherein Idwell, My journey's end thou art, and thou the way; Thou art what I would be, yet only seem; Thou art my heaven and thou art my hell; Thou art my ever-living judgment day. n. GILDER— The Nero Day. Pt. IV.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm so bright,
0. HERBERT— The Temple. Virtue.
O sweet, delusive noon,
Which the morning climbs to find; O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
HELEN HUNT-Verses. Noon.
Blest power of sunshine!- genial Day,
. It is as natural to die as to be born; and What balm, what life is in thy ray!
to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as faithTo feel there is such real bliss,
ful as the other. That had the world no joy but this,
n. Bacon - Essay. Of Death. To sit in sunshine calm and sweet,
Men fear death as children fear to go in It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom,
the dark. The deep, cold shadow, of the tomb.
0. BACON --Essay. Of Death.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things-law and war. O how glorious is Noon day!
p. BAILEY- Festus. Sc. A Country Town. With the cool large shadows lying Underneath the giant forest,
The death-change comes. The far hill-tops towering dimly
Death is another life. We bow our heads O'er the conquered plains below.
At going out, we think, and enter straight b. D. M. MULOCK- À Stream's Singing. Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. How troublesome is day!
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, It calls us from our sleep away;
The story, flower like, closes thus its leaves. It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake,
The will of God is all in all. He makes, And sends us forth to keep or break
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure all. Our promises to pay; How troublesome is day!
q. BAILEY - Festus. Sc. Home. C. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK-Fly-By On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses Night. (Paper Money Lyrics.) are blending, O, such a day,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won.
1. JAMES BEATTIE- The Hermit. St. 6. d. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1.
Last lines. The sun is in the heaven, and the proud diy, Death hath so many doors to let out life. Attended with the pleasures of the world, I S. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER— The Is all too wanton.
Custom of the Country. Act. II. € King John. Act III. Sc. 3.
Sc. 2. What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it | How shocking must thy summons be, O done;
Death! That it in golden letters should be set,
To him that is at ease in his possessions; Among the high tides in the kalendar? Who, counting on long years of pleasure f. King John. Act III. Sc. 1.
Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come! Count that day lost whose low descending i
1. BLAIR - The Grave. Line 3. Views from thy hand no worthy action done. Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul, g. STANIFORD- Art of Reading.
What a strange moment must it be, when
near A day for Gods to stoop,
Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in And men to soar.
view! h. TENNYSON—The Lover's Tale.
That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd
To tell what's doing on the other side. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. Nature runs back, and shudders at the sight, i WORDSWORTH-Nutting.
And every life-string bleeds at thoughts at "I've lost a day "—the prince who nobly
For part they must: body and soul must Had been an emperor without his crown. j. Young— Night Thoughts. Night II.
Fond couple! link'd more close than wedded Line 99.
This wings its way to its Almighty Source, DEATH.
The witness of its actions, now its judge; Death is a black camel, which kneels at
That drops into the dark and noisome grave, the gates of all.
Like a disabled pitcher of no use. k. ABD-EL-KADER.
u. BLAIR – The Grave. Line 334. But when the sun in all his state,
All that tread Illumed the eastern skies,
The globe are but a handful to the tribes She passed through Glory's morning gate,
That slumber in its bosom. And walked in Paradise.
2. BRYANT--Thanatopsis. I. ALDRICH – A Death Bed.
All things that are on earth shall wholly pass Sinless, stirless rest
away, That change which never changes.
Except the love of God, which shall live and m. EDWIN ARNOLD- Light of Asia.
last for aye. Bk. Vi. Line 642.! W. BRZANT - Trans. The Love of God.
He slept an iron sleep,-
They who make the least of death, conSlain fighting for his country.
sider it as having a great resemblance to a. Bryant's Homer's lliad. Bk. XI.
Bk. I. Div. 38. An equal death,--the idler and the man Thank God for Death: bright thing with Of mighty deeds.
dreary name, b. Bryant's Homer's Niad. Bk. IX.
We wrong with mournful flowers her pure, Line 396.
still brow. I have been dying for years, now I shall be
n. Susan COOLIDGE. Benedicam Domino. gin to live. c Jas. DRUMMOND BURNS— His Last
Death, be not proud, though some have
called thee Words.
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; Ah! surely nothing dies but something For those, whom thou think'st thou dost mourns.
overthrow, d. BYRON--Don Juan. Canto III. Die not, poor Death.
St. 108. 0. DONNE - Divine Poems. Holy Sonne's. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men
No. 17. weep,
| One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. And Death shall be no more; Death, thou e. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto XIV.
St. 3. P. DONNE-Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets. He who hath bent him o'er the dead,
No. 17. Ere the first day of death is fled -
He was exhald; his Creator drew The first dark day of nothingness,
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. The last of danger and distress,
DRYDEN- On the Death of a very (Before Decay's effacing fingers,
Young Gentleman. Have swept the lines where beauty lingers) - Led like a victim, to my death I'll go, And mark'd the mild angelic air,
And, dying, bless the hand that gave the The rapture of repose that's there.
blow. f. BYRON--The Giaour. Line 68.
r. DRYDEN— The Spanish Friar. Act II. Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing
Sc. 1. To see the human soul take wing
Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park In any shape, in any mood.
Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of g. Byron-- Prisoner of Chillon. St. 8.
pain So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
Are music for his banquet. We start, for soul is wanting there.
S. GEORGE ELIOT - Spanish Gypsy.
"9PYBk. 2. h. BYRON— The Giaour. Line 92. The absent are the dead--for they are cold, Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: And ne'er can be what once we did behold; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine. And they are changed, and cheerless, -or if
. EMERSON -- Good-Bye. vet
Drawing near her death, she sent most The unforgotten do not all forget,
pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and Since thus divided-equal must it be
her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through If the deep barrier be of earth, or sea;
the chinks of her sickness-broken body. It may be both-but one day end it must U. FULLER- The Holy and the Profane In the dark union of insensate dust.
State. Bk. I. Ch. II. i. BYRON-A Fragment.
To die is landing on some silent shore, Without a grave-unknell’d-uncoffin'd and | Where billows never break nor tempests unknown.
roar: j. BYRON-Childe llarold. Canto IV. Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis oe'r. St. 179. I V. GARTH - The Dispensary. Canto III.
Line 225. 'Tis ever wrong to say a good man dies. k. CALLIMACHUS- Epigram on a Good i Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel
Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand, Some men make a womanish complaint
Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, that it is a great misfortune to die before our
Waits with impatience for the dying breath time. I would ask what time? Is it that of
W. GAY- Trivia. Bk. II. Line 467. Nature? But she indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day Can storied urn or animated bust is fixed for payment. What reason then to Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? complain if she demands it at pleasure, since Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, it was on this condition that you received it. Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? he CICERO.
X. GRAY--- Elegy. St. 11.