An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 |
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... passage worth particular no- tice , not only for the justness of the criticism , but because it contains a censure of Cowley . " Chaucer is a perpetual fountain of good sense ; learned in all sciences ; and therefore speaks pro- perly ...
... passage worth particular no- tice , not only for the justness of the criticism , but because it contains a censure of Cowley . " Chaucer is a perpetual fountain of good sense ; learned in all sciences ; and therefore speaks pro- perly ...
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... - loquial air . One passage I cannot forbear quot- ing , as it acquaints us with the writers who were popular in the time of Chaucer . The jocose old 1 woman woman says , that her husband frequently read to her AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 9.
... - loquial air . One passage I cannot forbear quot- ing , as it acquaints us with the writers who were popular in the time of Chaucer . The jocose old 1 woman woman says , that her husband frequently read to her AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 9.
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... passage for the gushing flood . * When Palamon perceived his rival had escaped , He stares , he stamps the ground ; The hollow tow'r with clamour rings around : With briny tears he bath'd his fetter'd feet , And dropp'd all o'er with ...
... passage for the gushing flood . * When Palamon perceived his rival had escaped , He stares , he stamps the ground ; The hollow tow'r with clamour rings around : With briny tears he bath'd his fetter'd feet , And dropp'd all o'er with ...
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Joseph Warton. rit of POPE's youthful translation , I shall select the following passage : He sends a monster horrible and fell , Begot by furies in the depth of hell . The pest a virgin's face and bosom wears ; High on her crown a ...
Joseph Warton. rit of POPE's youthful translation , I shall select the following passage : He sends a monster horrible and fell , Begot by furies in the depth of hell . The pest a virgin's face and bosom wears ; High on her crown a ...
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... passage : " Ne sò io s'Aristo- tele nascesse a questa età , et vedesse il vaghissimo poema dell ' Ariosto , conoscendo la forza de l'uso , et vedendo che tanto diletta , come l'esperienza cí dimonstra , mutasse opinione , et consentisse ...
... passage : " Ne sò io s'Aristo- tele nascesse a questa età , et vedesse il vaghissimo poema dell ' Ariosto , conoscendo la forza de l'uso , et vedendo che tanto diletta , come l'esperienza cí dimonstra , mutasse opinione , et consentisse ...
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Adamo Addison admirable alludes ancients anecdote appears Ariosto beauty Bishop Boileau Bolingbroke censured character Corneille Cowley critic curious Demetrius Phalereus Dialogues doctrine Dryden Dunciad elegant epistle Essay Euripides excellent exquisite fable Faery Queen favourite fond French genius give Homer Horace humour Iliad images imitation king learned letter lines lively Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lucifero Lucretius Lucullus malè manner Milton Montesquieu moral nature never noble observed occasion original Ovid particular passage passion piece Pindar pleasure poem poet poetical poetry POPE POPE's quam Queen quid Quintilian Racine racter reader remarkable rhyme ridicule satire says SCENA sentiment shewed Sophocles soul speak Spence Spenser spirit Statius striking style Swift taste thee thing thought Tibullus tion translation Tully Twickenham verse Virgil Voltaire words writer written wrote δε εκ Ζευς και
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Сторінка 236 - Peace to all such ! but were there One whose fires True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Сторінка 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Сторінка 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Сторінка 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 249 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Сторінка 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Сторінка 59 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Сторінка 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Сторінка 287 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Сторінка 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.