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I would beg the critics to remember, that Horace owed his favour and his fortune to the character given of him by Virgil and Varus; that Fundamus and Pollio are still valued by what Horace says of them; and that, in their golden age, there was a good understanding among the ingenious; and those who were the most esteemed, were the best natured. a. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of Roscommon)-- Preface to Horace's
Art of Poetry. The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age. b. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of Roscommon)-- Essay on Translated
Verse. Line 7. It is much easier to be critical than to be correct. DISRAELI (Earl of Beaconsfield)-Speech in House of Commons.
Jan'y 24, 1860. The most noble criticism is that in which the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author. d. Isaac DISRAELI-Curiosities of
Literature. Literary Journals. The talent of judging may exist separately from the power of execution. e. Isaac DISRAELI-- Curiosities of
Literature. Literary Dutch. Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be criticised. f. Isaac DISRAELI -- Literary Character of
Men of Genius. Ch. VI. You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And it I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. 9. DAVID EVERETT-- Lines written for a
School Declamation. Reviewers are forever telling authors, they can't understand them. The author might often reply: Is that my fault ? le. J. C. and A. W. HARE - Guesses at
Truh. The readers and the hearers like my books, But yet some writers cannot them digest; But what care I? for when I make a feast, I would my guests should praise it, not the
cooks. i. Sir John HARRINGTON— Against Writers that Carp at other Men's
Books. Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author. ji LONGFELLOW— Kavanagh. Ch. XIII.
The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticised,
k. LONGFELLOW-Kavanagh. Ch. XXX.
It may be laid down as an almost universal rule that good poets are bad critics. 1. MACAULAY - Criticisms on the Principal
Italian Writers. Dante. The opinion of the great body of the reading public is very materially influenced even by the unsupported assertions of those who assume a right to criticise. MACAULAY, Mr. Robert Montgomery's
Poems. To check young Genius' proud career,
The slaves, who now his throne invaded, Made Criticism his prime Vizir, And from that hour his glories faded.
MOORE - Genius and Criticism. Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost.
POPE--Essuy on Criticism. Line 522. And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have
POPE-Dunciad. Bk. IV. Line 125. A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to
find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the
mind. 9. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 235. Be not the first by whom the new are tryd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 336.
intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
t. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 255. Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
Pope, Essay on Criticism. Line 6. The gen'rous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 100. The line too labours, and the words more
POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 370. With pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critic on the last.
POPE - Essay on Criticism. Line 571. Critics I read on other men, And hypers upon them again ; From whose remarks I give opinion On twenty books, yet ne'er look in one. y. PRIOR-An Epistle to Fleetwood
In such a time as this it is not meet
'Tis a physic That's bitter to sweet end.
c. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 6.
For, poems read without a name
d. JONATHAN SWIFT- On Poetry.
BYRON— Don Juan. Canto I. St. 23.
Line 762. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. 9. GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer.
Act III. I saw and heard, for we sometimes Who dwell this wild, constrained by want,
come forth To town or village nigh (nighest is far), Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear, What happens new; fame also finds us out. Milton-Paradise Regained. Bk. I.
Line 330. Preach as I please, I doubt onr curious men. POPE-Second Book of Horace.
Satire XI. Line 17. I have perceived a most faint neglect of late; which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity, than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness.
t. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. They mocked thee for too much curiosity. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3.
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inlaid ground, applying to his ear The con volutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely.
WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk, 6.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn. j. Buexs- Man Was Made to Mourn.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain. 9. COWPER- The Task. Bk. III.
It's not the linen you're wearing out,
The Puritans hated bearbaiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators. i. MACAULAY -- History of England.
Vol. I. Ch. III.
CUSTOM Great things astonish us, and small dishearten: Custom makes both familiar. DE LA BRUYERE- The Characters or Manners of the Present Age.
Vol. II. Ch. II. Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate, In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply To them we know not, and we know not why.
X. CRABBE--Tale. The Gentleman Farmer.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
1. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
And to my mind, though I am a native here,
Custom calls me to 't:What custom wills, in all things should we
do 't? The dust on antique time would lie un
swept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to overpeer.
Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3.
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.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed.
2. Henry VIII. Act. I. Sc. 3.
The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, life
less-A 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, And their masts fell down piecemeal; as
they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surgeThe 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. h. 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 apace; 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.
i 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 JunesDarkness is light and sorrow cannot be. Thou art my dream come true, and thou my
dream, The air I breathe, the world wherein I dwell, 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. GILDER— The New Day. Pt. IV.
Blest power of sunshine!- genial Day,
O'er the conquered plains below. b. D. M, MULOCK-A Stream's Singing. How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break
Our promises to pay; How troublesome is day! THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK-Fly-ByNight. (Paper Money Lyrics.)
0, such a day, So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won.
d. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. The sun is in the heaven, and the proud diy, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton.
King John. Act III. Sc. 3. What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it
done; That it in golden letters should be set, Among the high tides in the kalendar?
f. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. Count that day lost whose low descending Views from thy hand no worthy action done.
g. STANIFORD-Art of Reading. A day for Gods to stoop, And men to soar. h. TENNYSON--The Lover's Tale.
Line 304. One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
i. WORDSWORTH — Nutting. "I've lost a day”—the prince who nobly
cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. j. Young-Night Thoughts. Night II.
Line 99. DEATH. Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
Illumed the eastern skies,
Sinless, stirless rest-
Bk. VI. Line 642.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as faithful as the other.
Bacon- Essay. Of Death. Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark.
BACON -- Essay. Of Death. Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things-law and war, P. BAILEY- Festus. Sc. A Country Town.
The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect. The story, flower like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure all.
9. BAILEY – Festus. Sc. Home. On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses
are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. 1. JAMES BEATTIE- The Hermit. St. 6.
Last lines. Death hath so many doors to let out life.
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER- The
Sc. 2. How shocking must thy summons be, O
Death! To him that is at ease in his possessions; Who, counting on long years of pleasure
here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!
1. BLAIR - The Grave. Line 3. Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul, What a strange moment must iť be, when Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in
view! That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side. Nature runs back, and shudders at the sight, And every life-string bleeds at thoughts at
parting; For part they must: body and soul must
part; Fond couple! link'd more close than wedded
pair. This wings its way to its Almighty Source, The witness of its actions, now its judge; That drops into the dark and noisome grave, Like a disabled pitcher of no use. BLAIR - The Grave. Line 334.
All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
BRYANT -- Thanatopsis. All things that are on earth shall wholly pass
away, Except the love of God, which shall live and
last for aye.
BRZANT - Trans. The Love of God.
He slept an iron sleep, -
Line 396. I have been dying for years, now I shall be
gin to live.
Words. Ah! surely nothing dies but something
mourns. d. BYRON--Don Juan. Canto III.
St. 108. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men
weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto XIV.
BYRON--The Giaour. Line 68.
g. Byron-- Prisoner of Chillon. St. 8. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
h. BYRON—The Giaour. Line 92.
i. BYRON- A Fragment. Without a grave-unknell'd-uncoffin'd and
unknown. j. Byron-Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 179. 'Tis ever wrong to say a good man dies. k. CALLIMACHUS-Epigram on a Good
Man. Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.
Death, be not proud, though some have
called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost
overthrow, Die not, poor Death. DONNE- Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets.
No. 17. One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou
shalt die. p. Donne-Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets.
No. 17. He was exhald; his Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. 9. DRYDEN- On the Death of a Very
Sc. 1. Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of
pain Are music for his banquet. GEORGE ELIOT- Spanish Gypsy.
Bk. 2. Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. FULLER-- The Holy and the Profane
State. Bk. I. Ch. II. To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break nor tempests
roar: Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis oe'r. GARTH – The Dispensary. Canto III.
Line 225. Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel
band, Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand, Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, Waits with impatience for the dying breath.
GAY-- Trivia. Bk. II. Line 467. Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
GRAY-- Elegy. St.