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Write the letter over again, and let Boileau know that I was his friend even to death. When the latter came to wish him farewell, he raised himself up in bed with an effort. 'I regard it as a happiness for me to die before you, he said to his friend. An operation appeared necessary. His son would have given him hopes. 'And you, too, said Racine, 'you would do as the doctors, and mock me?
But this was the taste of the times when Shakespeare wrote. Boileau. A great genius ought to guide, not servilely follow, the taste of his contemporaries. Pope. Consider from how thick a darkness of barbarism the genius of Shakespeare broke forth! What were the English, and what, let me ask you, were the French dramatic performances, in the age when he nourished?
But let me now, in my turn, desire your opinion of our epic poet, Milton. Boileau. Longinus perhaps would prefer him to all other writers, for he surpasses even Homer in the sublime; but other critics who require variety, and agreeableness, and a correct regularity of thought and judgment in an epic poem, who can endure no absurdities, no extravagant fictions, would place him far below Virgil.
You shall be judge, with permission to alter the whole, if you do not like it." Boileau's generous confidence was the more touching, in that Racine was sarcastic and bitter in discussion. "Did you mean to hurt me?" Boileau said to him one day. "God forbid!" was the answer. "Well, then, you made a mistake, for you did hurt me." Racine had just brought out Esther at the theatre of St. Cyr.
said Boileau subsequently. The dispute was ended, and, in spite of the judgment of the Academy, the cardinal did not come out of it victorious; his anger, however, had ceased: the Duchess of Aiguillon, his niece, accepted the dedication of the Cid; when Horace appeared, in 1639, the dedicatory epistle, addressed to the cardinal, proved that Corneille read his works to him beforehand; the cabal appeared for a while on the point of making head again.
Many a sleepless hour, many a night broken by awful dreams, must the sight have cost the boy. But it determined him to attempt escape at all hazards whenever kind fortune should put the chance in his way. And fortune did help him ere long. There was a French trader named Boileau who came much about the camp.
It was swollen, and was magnificent in appearance, and was washing with its yellow mane, or, as Boileau says, its "slimy beard," the bridge of boats. Its two banks were lost in the twilight, and tho its roaring was loud, still there was tranquillity. The Rhine is unique: it combines the qualities of every river.
It was even asserted that the theory was stolen from Lomazzo. It was to support the drooping spirit of his friend Racine on the opposition raised against Phædra, that Boileau addressed to him an epistle "On the Utility to be drawn from the Jealousy of the Envious."
Precisely the same contradictions took place in France. Nature was the watchword of Malherbe and of Boileau; and it was equally the watchword of Victor Hugo. To judge by the successive proclamations of poets, the development of literature offers a singular paradox.
That is a pretty point of honor for a philosopher like you!" Moliere might probably have followed the advice of Boileau, he might probably have listened to the silent warnings of his failing powers, if he had not been unfortunate and sad.
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