The Complete Art of Poetry: In Six Parts, I. Of the Nature, Use, Excellence, Rise and Progress of Poetry, &c.; II. Of the Use and Necessity of Rules in Poetry; III. Of the Manner, Rules, and Art of Composing Epigrams, Pastorals, Odes, &c.; IV. Of Tragedy and Comedy; how to Draw the Plot, and Form the Characters of Both; V. The Rules of the Epic Or Narrative Poem, of the Poetic Diction Or Language, and of English Numbers; VI. A Collection of the Most Beautiful Descriptions, Similes, Allusions, &c. from Spenser, and Our Best English Poets, as Well Ancient as Modern, with Above Ten Thousand Verses, Not to be Found in Any Performance of this Kind; Shakespeariana, Or the Most Beautiful Topicks, Descriptions, and Similes that Occur Throughout All Shakespear's Plays, Volume 2Charles Rivington, 1718 |
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... Dryd . Amphit . The tedious Hours move heavily away , And each long Minute feems a lazy Day . Ot . Cai . Mar. For thee the bubling Springs appear'd to mourn , And whisp'ring Pines made Vows for thy Return . ( Dryd . Virg . When thy lov ...
... Dryd . Amphit . The tedious Hours move heavily away , And each long Minute feems a lazy Day . Ot . Cai . Mar. For thee the bubling Springs appear'd to mourn , And whisp'ring Pines made Vows for thy Return . ( Dryd . Virg . When thy lov ...
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... Dryd . Ovid olus , to whom the King of Heav'n The Pow'r of Tempefts , and of Winds has giv'n : Whofe Force alone their Fury can restrain , And smooth the Waves , or fwell the troubled Main . The Jailor of the Wind , Whofe hoarfe ...
... Dryd . Ovid olus , to whom the King of Heav'n The Pow'r of Tempefts , and of Winds has giv'n : Whofe Force alone their Fury can restrain , And smooth the Waves , or fwell the troubled Main . The Jailor of the Wind , Whofe hoarfe ...
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... Dryd . Virg War , Death , Destruction , in her Hands the bears ; Her curling Snakes with Hiflings fill the Place , And open all the Furies of her Face . Her Chains she rattles , and her Whips she shakes , Churning her bloody Foam ...
... Dryd . Virg War , Death , Destruction , in her Hands the bears ; Her curling Snakes with Hiflings fill the Place , And open all the Furies of her Face . Her Chains she rattles , and her Whips she shakes , Churning her bloody Foam ...
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... Dryd . Virg . And that he might her ftagg'ring Steps command , He with a flender Jav'lin fills her Hand : Her flowing Hair no golden Fillets bound , Nor fwept her trailing Robe the dufty Ground . Instead of these a Tiger's Hide o ...
... Dryd . Virg . And that he might her ftagg'ring Steps command , He with a flender Jav'lin fills her Hand : Her flowing Hair no golden Fillets bound , Nor fwept her trailing Robe the dufty Ground . Instead of these a Tiger's Hide o ...
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... Dryd.Virg . Shouts from the fav'ring Multitude arife , Applauding Eccho to the Shouts replies : ( Skies . Shouts , Wishes , and Applaufe , run rattling thro ' the [ Dryd . Virg . The hollow Abyss Heard far and wide , and all the Hoft of ...
... Dryd.Virg . Shouts from the fav'ring Multitude arife , Applauding Eccho to the Shouts replies : ( Skies . Shouts , Wishes , and Applaufe , run rattling thro ' the [ Dryd . Virg . The hollow Abyss Heard far and wide , and all the Hoft of ...
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Page 320 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.
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