Poems by the Earl of Roscommon: To which is Added an Essay on Poetry

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J. Tonson, at Shakespear's Head, 1717 - 536 Seiten
 

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Seite 411 - For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Seite 183 - This privilege we freely give and take; But nature; and the common laws of sense Forbid to reconcile antipathies, Or make a snake engender with a dove, And hungry tigers court the tender lambs. Some that at first have promis'd mighty things, Applaud themselves, when a few florid lines Shine through th...
Seite 310 - But to write plays ! why, tis' a bold pretence To judgment, breeding, wit, and eloquence : Nay more ; for they must look within, to find Those secret turns of nature in the mind : Without this part, in vain would be the whole, And but a body all, without a soul.
Seite 88 - Doubts, and wild Debates, Concerning what we, Living, cannot find. None know what Death is, but the Dead ; Therefore we all, by Nature, Dying dread, As a ftrange, doubtful Way, we know not how to tread.
Seite 239 - Wise were the kings who never chose a friend Till with full cups they had unmask'd his soul. And seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.
Seite 95 - Minute ftorms the feeble Citadel. Sometimes we may capitulate, and he Pretends to make a folid Peace ; But 'tis all Sham, all...
Seite 237 - I neither see what Art without a vein, Nor Wit without the help of Art can do. But mutually they crave each other's aid. He that intends to gain th...
Seite 21 - But I offend — Virgil begins to frown, And Horace looks with indignation down : My blushing Muse with conscious fear retires, And whom they like implicitly admires.
Seite 301 - But on the world, on manners, and on men ; Fancy is but the feather of the pen ; Reason is that substantial useful part, Which gains the head, while t'other wins the heart.
Seite 421 - Though to that pomp his voice can add no more, Than when we drops into the ocean pour, Has leave his tongue in praises to employ (Th...

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