The Poetical Works of Charles Churchill: With Copious Notes and a Life of the Author, Volume 1Little, Brown, 1854 - English poetry |
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Page xxxi
... The mien that gave each sentence strength and grace , The tuneful voice , the eye that spoke the mind , Are gone , nor leave a single trace behind . justly appreciates the extent of his own poetic powers : LIFE OF CHARLES CHURCHILL . xxxi.
... The mien that gave each sentence strength and grace , The tuneful voice , the eye that spoke the mind , Are gone , nor leave a single trace behind . justly appreciates the extent of his own poetic powers : LIFE OF CHARLES CHURCHILL . xxxi.
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... eye . While England lives his fame can never die . But he " who struts his hour upon the stage , " Can scarce extend his fame for half an age , Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save , The art and artist share one common grave . Colley ...
... eye . While England lives his fame can never die . But he " who struts his hour upon the stage , " Can scarce extend his fame for half an age , Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save , The art and artist share one common grave . Colley ...
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... eye fails of receiving , while every subsequent fact relating to the artist and his works has been gleaned and elucidated with equal ability and accuracy in an edition with notes of Hogarth's autobiography , by Mr. John Bowyer Nichols ...
... eye fails of receiving , while every subsequent fact relating to the artist and his works has been gleaned and elucidated with equal ability and accuracy in an edition with notes of Hogarth's autobiography , by Mr. John Bowyer Nichols ...
Page xliii
... they wait For victory , pendent on the nod of fate . Now down the sash , unconscious of the prize , The bubbles roll , like pearls from Chloe's eyes . present stock ; and his next poem , the Farewell LIFE OF CHARLES CHURCHILL . xliii.
... they wait For victory , pendent on the nod of fate . Now down the sash , unconscious of the prize , The bubbles roll , like pearls from Chloe's eyes . present stock ; and his next poem , the Farewell LIFE OF CHARLES CHURCHILL . xliii.
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... with a soften'd eye , On that old Sexton's natural homily , In which there was obscurity and fame , The glory and the nothing of a Name . following inscription , closely imitative of the terse style of 1 LIFE OF CHARLES CHURCHILL .
... with a soften'd eye , On that old Sexton's natural homily , In which there was obscurity and fame , The glory and the nothing of a Name . following inscription , closely imitative of the terse style of 1 LIFE OF CHARLES CHURCHILL .
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Page lxii - Nay, Sir, I am a very fair judge. He did not attack me violently till he found I did not like his poetry; and his attack on me shall not prevent me from continuing to say what I think of him, from an apprehension that it may be ascribed to resentment.
Page 106 - But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, To act as an angel and mix with the skies; Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will; Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
Page 83 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Page 105 - ... rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
Page 161 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Page 184 - MR. JAMES MACPHERSON, I received your foolish and impudent letter. Any violence offered me I shall do my best to repel ; and what I cannot do for myself, the law shall do for me. I hope I shall never be deterred from detecting what I think a cheat, by the menaces of a ruffian.
Page 108 - James, whose skill in physic will be long remembered ; and with David Garrick, whom I hoped to have gratified with this character of our common friend ; but what are the hopes of man ! I am disappointed by that stroke of death, which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
Page 106 - Till his relish, grown callous almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys...
Page 106 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
Page xxx - Pity it is, that the momentary beauties flowing from an harmonious elocution, cannot like those of poetry be their own record! That the animated graces of the player can live no longer than the instant breath and motion that presents them; or at best can but faintly glimmer through the memory, or imperfect attestation of a few surviving spectators.