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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age, <br>Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage. <br>Now, with gay tinsel arts, we can no more <br>Conceal the want of Nature's sterling ore. <br>Our spells are vanish'd, broke our magic wand, <br>That used to wast you over sea and land. <br>Before your light the fairy people fade, <br>The demons fly—the ghost itself is laid. <br>In vain of martial scenes the loud alarms, <br>The mighty prompter thundering out to arms, <br>The playhouse posse clattering from afar, <br>The close-wedged battle, and the din of war. <br>Now, e'en the senate seldom we convene: <br>The yawning fathers nod behind the scene. <br>Your taste rejects the glittering false sublime, <br>To sigh in metaphor, and die in rhyme. <br>High rant is tumbled from his gallery throne: <br>Description dreams—nay, similies are gone. <br>What shall we then? to please you how devise <br>Whose judgment sits not in your ears and eyes? <br>Thrice happy! could we catch great Shakespeare's art, <br>To trace the deep recesses of the heart; <br>His simple plain sublime, to which is given <br>To strike the soul with darted flame from heaven: <br>Could we awake soft Otway's tender woe, <br>The pomp of verse and golden lines of Rowe. <br>We to your hearts apply; let them attend; <br>Before their silent candid bar we bend. <br>If warm'd, they listen, 'tis our noblest praise; <br>If cold, they wither all the Muse's bays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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