Lessons in Criticism to William Roscoe, Esq;, F.R.S., Member of the Della Crusca Society of Florence, F.R.S.L.: In Answer to His Letter to the Reverend W.L. Bowles on the Character and Poetry of Pope ; with Further Lessons in Criticism to a Quarterly ReviewerHurst, Robinson, 1826 - 175 pages |
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Page 35 - Stand, never overlook'd, our fav'rite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tow'r, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the list'ning ear, Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote.
Page 139 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Page 35 - Stand, never overlook'd, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds...
Page 35 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While admiration feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Page 75 - And flattered every day, and some days eat : Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assigned, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Page 84 - Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad ? I sought no homage from the race that write ; I kept, like Asian monarchs, from their sight...
Page 75 - Bufo puffd by ev'ry quill; Fed with soft Dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song. His Library (where busts of Poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race, Who first his judgment ask'd, and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures, much his seat...
Page 44 - The chest, contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Page 61 - I will not ask sad Pity to deplore His wayward errors, who thus early died; Still less, CHILDE HAROLD, now thou art no more, Will I say aught of genius misapplied; Of the past shadows of thy spleen or pride: — But I will bid th' Arcadian cypress wave, Pluck the green laurel from Peneus' side, And pray thy spirit may such quiet have, That not one thought unkind be murmur'd o'er thy grave.
Page 116 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.