The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 04, No. 22, August, 1859 by Various
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his betrothed:--
"What light is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Sylvia be not by? Except I see my Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. Unless I look on Sylvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. She is my essence; and I cease to be, If I be not by her fair influence Fostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive." Compare with this the language of Abraham. "Thou art fair, my wife. Say, I pray thee, thou art my sister; that it may be well with me for thy sake, and my soul shall live because of thee." The first is an instance of poetic amplification and _abandon_; we should contend, for the last, that it expresses poetic tenderness and delicacy. In the one case, passion is diffuse,--in the other, concentrated. Which is the more natural, others must judge. "Euthanasy," "Theron and Aspasio," the "Phaedon" of Plato are dialogues, but they are not dramatic. It may be, that, for a composition to claim this distinction, it must embody great character or deep feeling,--that it must express not only the individuality, but the strength of the passions. Observing this criticism, we think we may find any quantity of dramatic dialogue in Scripture. The story of Joseph, the march in the wilderness, the history of David, are full of it. |
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