An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 стор. |
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... seem , fufficiently at- tend to the difference there is betwixt a MAN OF WIT , a MAN OF SENSE , and a TRUE POEt . Donne and Swift were undoubtedly men of wit , and men of sense : but what traces have they left of PURE POETRY ? It is ...
... seem , fufficiently at- tend to the difference there is betwixt a MAN OF WIT , a MAN OF SENSE , and a TRUE POEt . Donne and Swift were undoubtedly men of wit , and men of sense : but what traces have they left of PURE POETRY ? It is ...
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... seem , on the spot , and worthy the hand of Paul Brill , is by no means excelled by the foregoing . Qua nudo Rosamonda humilis sub culmine tecti Marginis obscuri servat inane decus , Rara intermissæ circum vestigia molis , Et sola in ...
... seem , on the spot , and worthy the hand of Paul Brill , is by no means excelled by the foregoing . Qua nudo Rosamonda humilis sub culmine tecti Marginis obscuri servat inane decus , Rara intermissæ circum vestigia molis , Et sola in ...
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... seem through consecrated walks to rove , I hear soft music die along the grove ; Led by the sound , I roam from shade to shade , By godlike poets venerable made . || The enumeration of the princes who were either born or interred at ...
... seem through consecrated walks to rove , I hear soft music die along the grove ; Led by the sound , I roam from shade to shade , By godlike poets venerable made . || The enumeration of the princes who were either born or interred at ...
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... seem ; So we mistake the Future's face , Ey'd through Hope's deluding glass . As yon summits , soft and fair , Clad in colours of the air , Which to those , who journey near , Barren , and brown , and rough appear , Still we tread the ...
... seem ; So we mistake the Future's face , Ey'd through Hope's deluding glass . As yon summits , soft and fair , Clad in colours of the air , Which to those , who journey near , Barren , and brown , and rough appear , Still we tread the ...
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... seems , was of opinion , that descrip- tive poetry is a composition as absurd as a feast made up of sauces and I know many other per- sons that think meanly of it . I will not presume to say it is equal , either in dignity or utility ...
... seems , was of opinion , that descrip- tive poetry is a composition as absurd as a feast made up of sauces and I know many other per- sons that think meanly of it . I will not presume to say it is equal , either in dignity or utility ...
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An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope. In Two Volumes, Том 1 Joseph Warton Повний перегляд - 1806 |
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Сторінка 145 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Сторінка 36 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Сторінка 134 - Th' eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : But those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way, Th...
Сторінка 7 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
Сторінка 231 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
Сторінка 315 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Сторінка 219 - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Сторінка 220 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. CANTO II. NOT with more glories, in th...
Сторінка 390 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Сторінка 223 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.