The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... numbers ; " and used to say that he could not re- member the time when he began to make verses . In the style of fiction it might have been said of him as of Pindar , that , when he lay in his cradle , " the bees swarmed about his mouth ...
... numbers ; " and used to say that he could not re- member the time when he began to make verses . In the style of fiction it might have been said of him as of Pindar , that , when he lay in his cradle , " the bees swarmed about his mouth ...
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... numbers surpassed his original : but this is a small part of his praise ; he discovers such acquaintance both with human and public affairs , as is not easily conceived to have been attainable by a boy of four- teen in Windsor Forest ...
... numbers surpassed his original : but this is a small part of his praise ; he discovers such acquaintance both with human and public affairs , as is not easily conceived to have been attainable by a boy of four- teen in Windsor Forest ...
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... numbers are here ! Would not one swear that this youngster had espoused some antiquated Muse , who had sued out a divorce on account of impotence from some super- annuated sinner ; and , having been p - xed by her former spouse , has ...
... numbers are here ! Would not one swear that this youngster had espoused some antiquated Muse , who had sued out a divorce on account of impotence from some super- annuated sinner ; and , having been p - xed by her former spouse , has ...
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... numbers were necessary to produce considerable profit . Pope , having now emitted his proposals , and en- gaged not only his own reputation , but in some de- gree that of his friends who patronized his subscrip- tion , began to be ...
... numbers were necessary to produce considerable profit . Pope , having now emitted his proposals , and en- gaged not only his own reputation , but in some de- gree that of his friends who patronized his subscrip- tion , began to be ...
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... number is very small of those who find much in the Greek more than in the Latin , except the music of the numbers . If more help was wanting , he had the poetical translation of Eobanus Hessus , an unwearied writer of Latin verses ; he ...
... number is very small of those who find much in the Greek more than in the Latin , except the music of the numbers . If more help was wanting , he had the poetical translation of Eobanus Hessus , an unwearied writer of Latin verses ; he ...
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Addison Adrastus afterwards ALEXANDER POPE ancient appear arms beauty Belinda bless'd Bolingbroke breast bright character charms Cibber critics crown'd Cynthus delight dread Dryden Dryope Dunciad eclogue epitaph Essay Eteocles eyes fair fame fate father fires fix'd flame flowers forests fury genius glory gnome gods grace groves hair heart Heaven Homer honour Iliad Jove kings labour learning letter living Lord Lord Halifax maid mind Muse nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral Phaon Phoebus plain pleasing poem poet poetry Pope Pope's praise pride published racter rage reign resound rise sacred Sappho satire scene seems shades shine sighs silvan silver sing skies soft soul spring swains Swift sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine thou thought tion translation trees trembling Tydeus verses Vertumnus Virgil virgin virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY woes write youth
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Page 36 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye...
Page 102 - The style of Dryden is capricious and varied, that of Pope is cautious and uniform; Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind, Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden is sometimes vehement and rapid; Pope is always smooth, uniform, and gentle.
Page 191 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Page 213 - Grace, And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face ; Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes.
Page 189 - The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. Lo earth receives Him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys, rise ; With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay ; Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes...
Page 227 - And bids her Beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane...
Page 190 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Page 189 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 189 - Sing, O ye heavens; for the Lord hath done it: shout, ye lower parts of the earth: break forth into singing, ye mountains, O forest, and every tree therein: for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob, and glorified himself in Israel.
Page 226 - A wondrous bag with both her hands she binds, Like that where once Ulysses held the winds ; There she collects the force of female lungs, Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues. A vial next she fills with fainting fears, Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to day. Sunk in Thalestris' 1 arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound.