An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 416 pages |
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... , ex- preffed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of La Bruyere in 66 in PROSE ; and that it is a creative ii DEDICATION .
... , ex- preffed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of La Bruyere in 66 in PROSE ; and that it is a creative ii DEDICATION .
Page iii
... EPISTLES on the Characters of Men and Women , and your fprightly Satires , my good friend , are more frequently perused , and quoted , than L'Alle- gro and Il Penferofo of Milton . Had you written only these Satires , you would , indeed ...
... EPISTLES on the Characters of Men and Women , and your fprightly Satires , my good friend , are more frequently perused , and quoted , than L'Alle- gro and Il Penferofo of Milton . Had you written only these Satires , you would , indeed ...
Page 98
... Epistle to the Pisones ; and that , although the connexions are delicately fine , and almost imperceptible , like the secret hinges of a well - wrought box , yet they artfully and closely unite each part together , and give coherence ...
... Epistle to the Pisones ; and that , although the connexions are delicately fine , and almost imperceptible , like the secret hinges of a well - wrought box , yet they artfully and closely unite each part together , and give coherence ...
Page 163
... Epistle to the Pisos contains a complete Art of Poetry , is to- tally groundless ; it being solely confined to the state and defects of the Roman drama . The transitions in the writings of Horace , are some of the most exquisite strokes ...
... Epistle to the Pisos contains a complete Art of Poetry , is to- tally groundless ; it being solely confined to the state and defects of the Roman drama . The transitions in the writings of Horace , are some of the most exquisite strokes ...
Page 164
... epistle ; the dialogue between Bacehus and Pen- theus , at the end of 16 epis . of the 1st book ; and the allusion to all his compositions : the writer of the epistles is 164 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... epistle ; the dialogue between Bacehus and Pen- theus , at the end of 16 epis . of the 1st book ; and the allusion to all his compositions : the writer of the epistles is 164 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
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Page 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...
Page 224 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
Page 134 - Alps we try, 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 130 - 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 end at once attains.
Page 148 - Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek, We write in sand, our language grows, And like the tide our work o'erflows.