An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 sider |
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... remarkable fall , by an exclamation formed in the manner of funeral lamentations : How art thou fallen from Heaven , O Lucifer , son of the morning ! Thou art dashed down to the earth , thou that didst crush the nations ! They They next ...
... remarkable fall , by an exclamation formed in the manner of funeral lamentations : How art thou fallen from Heaven , O Lucifer , son of the morning ! Thou art dashed down to the earth , thou that didst crush the nations ! They They next ...
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... remarkable . What prosaic tameness and insipidity do we meet with in the following lines ! Cecilia's name does all our numbers grace , From every voice the tuneful accents fly ; In soaring trebles now it rises high ; And now it sinks ...
... remarkable . What prosaic tameness and insipidity do we meet with in the following lines ! Cecilia's name does all our numbers grace , From every voice the tuneful accents fly ; In soaring trebles now it rises high ; And now it sinks ...
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... remarkable ; he asserts , Qu'on ne peut jamais faire un bon opera ; par- ceque la musique ne sauroit narrer ; que les passions n'y peuvent etre peinte dans toute l'etenduë qu'elles demandent ; que d'ailleurs elle ne sauroit souvent ...
... remarkable ; he asserts , Qu'on ne peut jamais faire un bon opera ; par- ceque la musique ne sauroit narrer ; que les passions n'y peuvent etre peinte dans toute l'etenduë qu'elles demandent ; que d'ailleurs elle ne sauroit souvent ...
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... remarkable coincidences of POPE's thought and expressions , with those of other writers , which are here inserted , as they cannot fail of entertaining the curious . Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden rose , In various shapes of ...
... remarkable coincidences of POPE's thought and expressions , with those of other writers , which are here inserted , as they cannot fail of entertaining the curious . Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden rose , In various shapes of ...
Side 119
... remarkable . The same writer never presumed to undertake more than one kind of dramatic poetry , if we except the CYCLOPS of Euripides . A poet never pre- sumed to plead in public , or to write history , or , indeed , any considerable ...
... remarkable . The same writer never presumed to undertake more than one kind of dramatic poetry , if we except the CYCLOPS of Euripides . A poet never pre- sumed to plead in public , or to write history , or , indeed , any considerable ...
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Abelard abounds Addison admirable Æneid ancient appear Ariosto bard beautiful Boccace Boileau Cant canto celebrated character Chaucer circumstances composition Corneille critic Dante Domenichino Dryden Eclogue elegant Eloisa epic epic poetry epistle equal Essay Euripides excellent expressed eyes Fame fancy French genius Georgics grace Greek hath heroes Homer honour Horace Iliad imagery images imagination imitated introduced Italian Jane Shore king language lately Latin learned lines lively lover manner mentioned merit Milton mind nature numbers o'er observed opinion Ovid painted Paradise Lost particularly passage passion pathetic perhaps Petrarch piece Pindar poem poesy poet poetical poetry POPE praise prince propriety quæ Quintilian Racine racter reader remarkable satire says scene sentiments solemn Sophocles speaks species Spenser spirit stanza story strokes sublime sylphs Tasso taste tender Theocritus thou thought tion tragedy translated verses Virgil Voltaire words writer written
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Side 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...
Side 224 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
Side 134 - Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky, 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' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 130 - From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Side 148 - Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek, We write in sand, our language grows, And like the tide our work o'erflows.