An Essay on English Poetry; with notices of the British poets. [Edited by Peter Cunningham.]John Murray, 1848 - 436 pages |
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... father , it is true , speaks like a good Christian , and communicates more scandal about the intrigues of Venus than pagan author ever told . A pretext is afforded by the cere- mony of confession for the priest not only to initiate his ...
... father , it is true , speaks like a good Christian , and communicates more scandal about the intrigues of Venus than pagan author ever told . A pretext is afforded by the cere- mony of confession for the priest not only to initiate his ...
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... father Chaucer hath used the same liberty in feet and measures that the Latinists do use : and whosoever do peruse and well consider his works , he shall find that , although his lines are not always of one selfsame number of syllables ...
... father Chaucer hath used the same liberty in feet and measures that the Latinists do use : and whosoever do peruse and well consider his works , he shall find that , although his lines are not always of one selfsame number of syllables ...
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... father of a Milton and a Thomson . Gray habitually read him when he wished to frame his thoughts for composition ; and there are few eminent poets in the language who have not been essentially indebted to him . 6 " Hither , as to their ...
... father of a Milton and a Thomson . Gray habitually read him when he wished to frame his thoughts for composition ; and there are few eminent poets in the language who have not been essentially indebted to him . 6 " Hither , as to their ...
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... father fleaed in this wise ? O how it grieveth me ! " It may comfort the reader to know that this theatric decortica- tion was meant to be allegorical ; and we may believe that it was performed with no degree of stage illusion that ...
... father fleaed in this wise ? O how it grieveth me ! " It may comfort the reader to know that this theatric decortica- tion was meant to be allegorical ; and we may believe that it was performed with no degree of stage illusion that ...
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... father dear I thought , his face to mind I call'd , Whan slain with grisly wound our king , him like of age in sight , Lay gasping dead , and of my wife Creuse bethought the plight . Alone , forsake , my house despoil'd , my child what ...
... father dear I thought , his face to mind I call'd , Whan slain with grisly wound our king , him like of age in sight , Lay gasping dead , and of my wife Creuse bethought the plight . Alone , forsake , my house despoil'd , my child what ...
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Page 109 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 64 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 94 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former.
Page 112 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Page 110 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 381 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 113 - All things are hush'd as Nature's self lay dead, The mountains seem to nod their drowsy head : The little birds in dreams their songs repeat, And sleeping flowers beneath the night dews sweat. Even lust and envy sleep...
Page 110 - Idalia's velvet-green has something of cant. An epithet or metaphor drawn from Nature ennobles Art; an epithet or metaphor drawn from Art degrades Nature.
Page 316 - His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land and dispossess the swain; Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Page 112 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain and the lynx's beam ! Of smell, the headlong lioness between And hound sagacious on the tainted green ! Of hearing, from the life that fills' the flood To that which warbles through the vernal wood ! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...