An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 pages |
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... called a set of hereditary images , without proper regard to the age , or climate , or occasion , in which they were formerly used . Though the diction of the SEASONS is sometimes harsh and inharmo- nious , and sometimes turgid and ...
... called a set of hereditary images , without proper regard to the age , or climate , or occasion , in which they were formerly used . Though the diction of the SEASONS is sometimes harsh and inharmo- nious , and sometimes turgid and ...
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... called , in the trash of Tonson's Miscellanies . We have there also preserved another , and an earlier ode , of Dryden on this sub- ject ; one stanza of which I cannot forbear inserting in this note . It was set to music , 1687 , by I ...
... called , in the trash of Tonson's Miscellanies . We have there also preserved another , and an earlier ode , of Dryden on this sub- ject ; one stanza of which I cannot forbear inserting in this note . It was set to music , 1687 , by I ...
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... called miseram Eurydicen . I am sensible POPE never intended an exact translation of the passages of the Georgics here alleged : I only hint , that , in my humble judg- ment , he has omitted some of the most striking incidents in the ...
... called miseram Eurydicen . I am sensible POPE never intended an exact translation of the passages of the Georgics here alleged : I only hint , that , in my humble judg- ment , he has omitted some of the most striking incidents in the ...
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... called , were such as our poet remembered from his own ALCANDER . SO sensible of its own errors and imperfections is a mind truly great.t of a nucleusit e tua denarsyetuaong la aca si un coment¶ w QUINTILIAN , Whose knowledge of human ...
... called , were such as our poet remembered from his own ALCANDER . SO sensible of its own errors and imperfections is a mind truly great.t of a nucleusit e tua denarsyetuaong la aca si un coment¶ w QUINTILIAN , Whose knowledge of human ...
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... called the GROSSNESS of some of his images , may please to attend to the following remark of a writer , by no means prejudiced in favour of the ancients . " Quant a ce qu'on appelle GROS- SIERETE dans les héros d'Homére , on peut rire ...
... called the GROSSNESS of some of his images , may please to attend to the following remark of a writer , by no means prejudiced in favour of the ancients . " Quant a ce qu'on appelle GROS- SIERETE dans les héros d'Homére , on peut rire ...
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Page 221 - favourite and peculiar pastime is expressed. Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After sun-set, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under
Page 7 - Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd 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 wizard stream. J
Page 132 - Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky ; 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' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes; Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.*
Page 221 - amusements proper for none but fairies ! 'Fore the third part of a minute, hence : Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds : Some war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, To make my small elves coats; and some keep back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders At our queint spirits.
Page 34 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ! From haunted spring, and dale Edg'd with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-enwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.*
Page 219 - for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light. Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glittering textures of the filmy dew, Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies, Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes; While every beam new transient colours flings ; Colours, that change whene'er they wave their wings.*
Page 222 - essences exhale ; To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs, To steal from rainbows, ere they drop in show'rs, A brighter wash ; to curl their waving hairs, Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs ; Nay, oft in dreams invention we bestow, To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.* The
Page 128 - Thus Pegasus, a nearer way to take, May boldly deviate from the common track ; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its ends at once
Page 348 - On Thracia's hills the lord of war Has curb'd the fury of his car, And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king. With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightning of his eye.* The
Page 217 - Soft yielding minds to 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. The