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... EPISTLES on the Characters of men and women , and your sprightly fatires , my good friend , are more frequently perufed , and quoted , than L'Allegro and Il Penfe- Penferofo of Milton . Had you written only these fatires vi DEDICATION .
... EPISTLES on the Characters of men and women , and your sprightly fatires , my good friend , are more frequently perufed , and quoted , than L'Allegro and Il Penfe- Penferofo of Milton . Had you written only these fatires vi DEDICATION .
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... frequently ha- dows the kings and princes of the Gentiles , rejoice , and infult with reproaches the bro- ken power of their moft implacable foe , She is at reft , the whole earth is quiet : they break forth into finging . Even the firs ...
... frequently ha- dows the kings and princes of the Gentiles , rejoice , and infult with reproaches the bro- ken power of their moft implacable foe , She is at reft , the whole earth is quiet : they break forth into finging . Even the firs ...
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... frequent , but not confufed ; are bold but not affected : a free , lofty , and truly divine spirit predominates through the whole . Nor is any thing wanting to crown and complete the fublimity of this ode with abfolute beauty ; nor can ...
... frequent , but not confufed ; are bold but not affected : a free , lofty , and truly divine spirit predominates through the whole . Nor is any thing wanting to crown and complete the fublimity of this ode with abfolute beauty ; nor can ...
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... frequently wondered , that he should have omitted the opportunity of defcribing at length it's vene- rable ancient castle , and the fruitful and ex- tenfive prospects which it commands . He flides with dexterity and addrefs from speak ...
... frequently wondered , that he should have omitted the opportunity of defcribing at length it's vene- rable ancient castle , and the fruitful and ex- tenfive prospects which it commands . He flides with dexterity and addrefs from speak ...
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... frequently steals imperceptibly , in his little defcriptive poem entitled GRONGAR HILL , where he disposes By the epithet GRAVES Virgil infinuates , after his manner , the difficulty and laboriousness of the work . every object so as it ...
... frequently steals imperceptibly , in his little defcriptive poem entitled GRONGAR HILL , where he disposes By the epithet GRAVES Virgil infinuates , after his manner , the difficulty and laboriousness of the work . every object so as it ...
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Page 40 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 259 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
Page 322 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 157 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light ; When mellowing years their full perfection give( And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away...
Page 233 - 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 summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 7 - 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.
Page 38 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 137 - ... faces to make one excellent. Such personages, I think, would please nobody but the painter that made them ; not but I think a painter may make a better face than ever was ; but he must do it by a kind of felicity, (as a musician that maketh an excellent air in music,) and not by rule.
Page 202 - What woful stuff this madrigal would be In some starved hackney sonneteer or me ! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens ! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought.
Page 164 - Durfey's Tales. With him most authors steal their works, or buy ; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Name a new play, and he's the poet's friend ; Nay, show'd his faults — but when would poets mend? No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's churchyard: Nay, fly to altars ; there they'll talk you dead ; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.