Literary Leaves, Bind 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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Side 15
... Johnson's talk about the rude state of English versification before the time of Waller and Pope is worse than foolish . It was disgraceful in a writer who set himself up as the historian of poetry and poets , to pass over the age of ...
... Johnson's talk about the rude state of English versification before the time of Waller and Pope is worse than foolish . It was disgraceful in a writer who set himself up as the historian of poetry and poets , to pass over the age of ...
Side 56
... Johnson has said , that the attempt to limit poetry by a definition would only shew the narrowness of the definer . I dare not pretend to offer a Every worldly - minded economist , who has just a 56 POETRY AND UTILITARIANISM .
... Johnson has said , that the attempt to limit poetry by a definition would only shew the narrowness of the definer . I dare not pretend to offer a Every worldly - minded economist , who has just a 56 POETRY AND UTILITARIANISM .
Side 65
... Johnson observes , that poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth by calling in imagination to the help of reason . He makes Imlac , in the tale of Rasselas , relate , that " wherever he went he found that poetry was esteemed as ...
... Johnson observes , that poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth by calling in imagination to the help of reason . He makes Imlac , in the tale of Rasselas , relate , that " wherever he went he found that poetry was esteemed as ...
Side 86
... Johnson : " From the rude summit of yon frozen steep , Contrasting Glory gilds the dreary deep ! Lo ! -deck'd with vermil youth and beamy grace , Hope in her step , and gladness in her face , Light on the icy rock , with outstretch'd ...
... Johnson : " From the rude summit of yon frozen steep , Contrasting Glory gilds the dreary deep ! Lo ! -deck'd with vermil youth and beamy grace , Hope in her step , and gladness in her face , Light on the icy rock , with outstretch'd ...
Side 92
... Johnson's censure of blank - verse ; " If it be not tumid and gorgeous , " said he , " it is crippled prose . " Sheridan , though eschewing blank - verse for an equivocal measure of his own invention , has contrived in this tragedy to ...
... Johnson's censure of blank - verse ; " If it be not tumid and gorgeous , " said he , " it is crippled prose . " Sheridan , though eschewing blank - verse for an equivocal measure of his own invention , has contrived in this tragedy to ...
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Addison admiration amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson breathe Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation intellectual Italian Johnson Knight language Leigh Hunt less literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader respect rhymes Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar Whig words Wordsworth writer written
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Side 16 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Side 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Side 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Side 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Side 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Side 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Side 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Side 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Side 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Side 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...