An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 416 pages |
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... 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 . The mention of places ...
... 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 . The mention of places ...
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... O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind ; The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires , And savage howlings fill the sacred quires . * Though I cannot forbear thinking , that the fol- lowing picture of the ruins of Godstow Nunnery ...
... O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind ; The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires , And savage howlings fill the sacred quires . * Though I cannot forbear thinking , that the fol- lowing picture of the ruins of Godstow Nunnery ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... o'er the thistly lawn , as swells the breeze , A whitening shower of vegetable down Amusive floats , t In what other poet do we find the silence and expectation that precedes an April shower in- sisted on , as in ver . 165 of SPRING ...
... o'er the thistly lawn , as swells the breeze , A whitening shower of vegetable down Amusive floats , t In what other poet do we find the silence and expectation that precedes an April shower in- sisted on , as in ver . 165 of SPRING ...
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... municates to the mind . Around th ' adjoining brook , that purls along The vocal grove , now fretting o'er a rock , Now * Ver . 176 . + Winter , ver . 731 . Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool , Now starting AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 43.
... municates to the mind . Around th ' adjoining brook , that purls along The vocal grove , now fretting o'er a rock , Now * Ver . 176 . + Winter , ver . 731 . Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool , Now starting AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 43.
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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.