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... when perhaps the poorman is all the while trembling with the fear of being
ridiculous. If he is made to hope he may please the world, he falls under very
unlucky circumstances; for, from the moment he prints, he must expect to hear no
more ...
... when perhaps the poorman is all the while trembling with the fear of being
ridiculous. If he is made to hope he may please the world, he falls under very
unlucky circumstances; for, from the moment he prints, he must expect to hear no
more ...
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A mighty foundation for our pride! when the utmost we can hope, is but to be read
in one island, and to be thrown aside at the end of one age. All that is left us is to
recommend our productions by the imitation of the ancients: and it will be found ...
A mighty foundation for our pride! when the utmost we can hope, is but to be read
in one island, and to be thrown aside at the end of one age. All that is left us is to
recommend our productions by the imitation of the ancients: and it will be found ...
Page 5
For what I have published, I can only hope to be pardoned; but for what I have
burned, I deserve to be praised. On this account the world is under some
obligation to me, and owes me the justice in return, to look upon noverses as
mine that are ...
For what I have published, I can only hope to be pardoned; but for what I have
burned, I deserve to be praised. On this account the world is under some
obligation to me, and owes me the justice in return, to look upon noverses as
mine that are ...
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it is to be attributed to some good old authors, whose works as I had leisure to
study, so I hope I have not wanted care to imitate. These Pastorals were written at
the age of sixteen, and PASTORALS, - 11.
it is to be attributed to some good old authors, whose works as I had leisure to
study, so I hope I have not wanted care to imitate. These Pastorals were written at
the age of sixteen, and PASTORALS, - 11.
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Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, At once the chaser, and at once
the prey: Lo, Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, 33leeds in the forest like a
wounded bart. Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects' cries, Nor saw
displeased the ...
Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, At once the chaser, and at once
the prey: Lo, Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, 33leeds in the forest like a
wounded bart. Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects' cries, Nor saw
displeased the ...
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Page 53 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. 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 : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 224 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives...
Page 26 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Page 464 - Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 46 - First follow nature and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same : Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides; In some fair body thus th...
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Page 82 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 230 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 283 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 277 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame ; this lord of useless thousands ends.