An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 |
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... excepting Virgil and Horace . One of our late great poets is sunk in his reputation , because he could never forgive any conceit that came in his way ; but swept , like a drag- a drag - net , great and small . There 8 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... excepting Virgil and Horace . One of our late great poets is sunk in his reputation , because he could never forgive any conceit that came in his way ; but swept , like a drag- a drag - net , great and small . There 8 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
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... never been excelled in our language ; I mean in rhyme . As general and unexemplified criticism is always useless and absurd , I must beg leave to select a few passages from these three poems ; and the reader must not think any ...
... never been excelled in our language ; I mean in rhyme . As general and unexemplified criticism is always useless and absurd , I must beg leave to select a few passages from these three poems ; and the reader must not think any ...
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... never excel in tragedy , though so fond of theatrical spectacles ? Or why the Greeks , so fruitful in every species of poetry , yet never produced but one great epic poet ? While , on the other hand , modern Italy can shew two or three ...
... never excel in tragedy , though so fond of theatrical spectacles ? Or why the Greeks , so fruitful in every species of poetry , yet never produced but one great epic poet ? While , on the other hand , modern Italy can shew two or three ...
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... never cease . SLANDER beside her , like a magpie chatters , With ENVY ( spitting cat ) dread foe to peace ; Like a curs'd cur , MALICE before her clatters , And vexing every wight , tears cloaths and all to tatters . But these ...
... never cease . SLANDER beside her , like a magpie chatters , With ENVY ( spitting cat ) dread foe to peace ; Like a curs'd cur , MALICE before her clatters , And vexing every wight , tears cloaths and all to tatters . But these ...
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... never sleep , but that one eye Still ope he keeps for that occasion ; Ne ever rests he in tranquillity , The roaring billows beat his bowre so boisterously . † Here all is in life and motion ; here we behold the true Poet or MAKER ...
... never sleep , but that one eye Still ope he keeps for that occasion ; Ne ever rests he in tranquillity , The roaring billows beat his bowre so boisterously . † Here all is in life and motion ; here we behold the true Poet or MAKER ...
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Seite 236 - Peace to all such ! but were there One whose fires True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Seite 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Seite 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Seite 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Seite 249 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Seite 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Seite 59 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Seite 287 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Seite 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.