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CRITICISM. When I read rules of criticism I inquire immediately after the works of the author who has written them, and by that means discover what it is he likes in a composition.
ADDISON--Guardian. No. 115. He was in Logic a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in Analytic; He could distinguish, and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. BUTLER— Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I.
Line 65. A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by
rote, With just enough of learning to misquote; A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault, A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet; Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for
wit; Care not for feeling--pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. BYRON--English Bards and Scotch
Reviewers. Line 63.
A man who has no excuse for crime is indeed defenceless ! BULWER-LYTTON — The Lady of Lyons.
Act IV. Sc. 1. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Art thou damn'd, Hubert. b. King John. Act IV. Sc. 3.
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch
our eye When capital crimes, chew'd swallow'd, and
digested, Appear before us?
d. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 2.
Othello. Act V. Sc. 2.
O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me-I did well, Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell.
Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. There shall be done a deed of dreadful note. g. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.
The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man
would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their
crowns, And push us from our stools.
h. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4.
The villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. i. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 1.
Tremble thou wretch,
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their
secrets. k. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. Do evil deeds thus quickly come to end ? 0, that the vain remorse which must chastise Crimes done, had but as loud a voice to
warn As its keen sting is mortal to avenge! 0, that the hour when present had cast off The mantle of its mystery, and shown The ghastly form with which it now returns When its scared game is roused, cheering the
hounds Of conscience to their prey !
1 SHELLEY – The Cenci. Act V. Sc. 1.
As soon Seek roses in December--ice in June, Hope, constancy in winá, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics. p. BYRON-- English Bards and Scotch
Reviewers. Line 75.
A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to rusty rules.
9. CHURCHILL-- The Rosciad. Line 183. But spite of all the criticizing elves, Those who would make us feel-must feel
CHURCHILL - The Rosciad. Line 322. Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, They damn those authors whom they never
CHURCHILL-- The Candidate. Line 57.
I would beg the critics to remember, that Horace owed his favour and his fortune to the character given or 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.
WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of
Art of Poetry.
Verse. Line 7. It is much easier to be critical than to bo 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. 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 if 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? to. 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. j. 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--Essay on Criticism. Line 522. And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have
made. p. 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 move
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
0. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto I. St. 23. The poorest of the sex have still an itch To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake. p. DRYDEN-Sixth Satire of Juvenal.
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 our 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 convolutions 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. f. BURNS— Man Was Made to Mourn.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain. g. COWPER— The Task. Bk. III.
Line 326. It's not the linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives. 元。 HOOD-Song of the Shirt.
The Puritans hated bearbaiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators. MACAULAY--History of England.
Vol. I. Ch. III.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport. ji King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 1.
If ever, henceforth, thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.
k. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. I must be cruel, only to be kind.
1. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
You are the cruell'st she alive,
m. Troelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. Inhumanity is caught from manFrom smiling man. n. Young Night Thoughts. Night V.
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 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
g. LONGFELLOW --- The Goblet of Life. Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and 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 Beyin to chase the ignorant fumes that
mantle Their clearer reason. j. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1.
Slow fly the hours, fast the hours flee,
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, suchi 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 day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton.
e. King John. Act III. Sc. 3. What hath this day deservd ? 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
sun 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,
And walked in Paradise.
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.
0. 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. 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!
t. BLAIR— The Grave. Line 3. Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul, What a strange moment must it 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 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.
BRYANT-Trans. The Love of God.