An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 pages |
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... wrote in Sicily . The climate of Sicily was delicious , and the face of the country various and beautiful : its vallies and its precipices , its grottos and cascades , were swEETLY INTERCHANGED , and its flowers and fruits were lavish ...
... wrote in Sicily . The climate of Sicily was delicious , and the face of the country various and beautiful : its vallies and its precipices , its grottos and cascades , were swEETLY INTERCHANGED , and its flowers and fruits were lavish ...
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... wrote this Ode at the request of Steele . + The inferiority of Addison's ject , is manifest and remarkable . Ode to POPE's on this sub- What prosaic tameness and insipidity do we meet with in the following lines ! Cecilia's name does ...
... wrote this Ode at the request of Steele . + The inferiority of Addison's ject , is manifest and remarkable . Ode to POPE's on this sub- What prosaic tameness and insipidity do we meet with in the following lines ! Cecilia's name does ...
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... wrote the following line : D'arbitres de la paix , de foudres de la guerre , without knowing it was in Malherbe ; and the moment I am making this remark , recollect that the same thing happened to M. Furetire . I have often heard ...
... wrote the following line : D'arbitres de la paix , de foudres de la guerre , without knowing it was in Malherbe ; and the moment I am making this remark , recollect that the same thing happened to M. Furetire . I have often heard ...
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... wrote an Elegy on the Lady Anne Pawlet , Marchioness of Winton ; the beginning of which POPE seems to have thought of , when he wrote his Verses to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady . Jonson begins his elegy , What gentle ghost ...
... wrote an Elegy on the Lady Anne Pawlet , Marchioness of Winton ; the beginning of which POPE seems to have thought of , when he wrote his Verses to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady . Jonson begins his elegy , What gentle ghost ...
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Joseph Warton. him , which POPE probably remembered when he wrote the following : From shelves to shelves , see greedy Vulcan roll , And lick up all their physic of the soul . * Thus Jonson , speaking of a parcel of books , These , hadst ...
Joseph Warton. him , which POPE probably remembered when he wrote the following : From shelves to shelves , see greedy Vulcan roll , And lick up all their physic of the soul . * Thus Jonson , speaking of a parcel of books , These , hadst ...
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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 36 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 134 - 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...
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 231 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
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 219 - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
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.