The Works of William Mason, M.A. Precentor of York, and Rector of Aston: In Four Volumes..

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T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1811
 

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الصفحة 200 - Tacirus's account of the Germans ; amongst whom, if there were really no established Druids, there was certainly a great correspondency, in religious opinions, with the Gauls and Britons. The passage here alluded to, is taken from his 10th chapter. Proprium gentis, equorumque quoque praesagia ac monitus experiri. Publice...
الصفحة 5 - ATHELWOLD'S Castle in Harewood Forest. ELFRIDA; A DRAMATIC POEM ORGAR. rlow nobly does this venerable wood, Gilt with the glories of the orient sun, Embosom yon fair mansion ! The soft air Salutes me with most cool and temp'rate breath ; And, as I tread, the flow'r-besprinkled lawn Sends up a gale of fragrance. I should guess, If e'er Content deign'd visit mortal clime, This was her place of dearest residence.
الصفحة 193 - It is true, I should not be sorry to see a chorus on a theatre, more than as large and as deep again as ours, built and adorned at a king's charges : and on that condition and another, which is, that my hands were not bound behind me, as now they are, I should not despair of making such a Tragedy, as might be both instructive and delightful, according to the manner of the Grecians. " To make a sketch, or a more perfect model of a picture...
الصفحة 81 - Here, Romans, pause, and let the eye of wonder Gaze on the solemn scene : behold yon oak, How stern he frowns, and with his broad brown arms Chills the pale plain beneath him...
الصفحة 172 - Cruel man ! And thou deniest me moments. Be it so. I know you Romans weep not for your children ; Ye triumph o'er your tears, and think it valour ; I triumph in my tears. Yes, best-lov'd boy, Yes, I can weep, can fall upon thy corse, And I can tear my hairs, these few grey hairs, The only honours war and age hath left me.
الصفحة 97 - That goads the inj ur'd warrior ; the hot tide, That flushes crimson on the conscious cheek Of him, who burns for glory ; else indeed Ye much would pity me : would curse the fate That coops me here inactive in your groves, Robs me of hope, tells me this trusty steel Must never cleave one Roman helm again : Never avenge my queen, nor free my country.
الصفحة 96 - If aught my erring tongue has said pollutes This sacred place, I from my soul abjure it ; And will these lips bar with eternal silence, Rather than speak a word, or act a deed Unmeet for thy sage daughters ; blessing first This hallow'd hour, that takes me from the world, And joins me to their sober sisterhood.
الصفحة 168 - Nor hope that Superstition's ruthless step Shall wade in Roman gore. Ye savage men, Did not our laws give license to all faiths, We would o'erturn your altars, headlong heave These shapeless symbols of your barbarous gods, And let the golden sun into your caves.
الصفحة 180 - Chorus, prevents that agreeable embarrass, which awakens our attention, and interests our passions. of Shakespear, at the same time that it has improved our relish for the higher beauties of Poetry, has undoubtedly been the ground-work of all this false criticism. That disregard, which, in compliance merely with the taste of the times, he shewed of all the necessary rules of the drama, hath since been considered as a characteristic of his vast and original genius; and consequently set up as a model...

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