The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2E. Littell, 1822 |
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... called in question . Simple too as the art of Poetry must have still been , he makes Phemius boast of it as a power " of manifold argument ; " * and we may suppose Homer to have found it possessing at least some variety of character ...
... called in question . Simple too as the art of Poetry must have still been , he makes Phemius boast of it as a power " of manifold argument ; " * and we may suppose Homer to have found it possessing at least some variety of character ...
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... called Criticism derided his simplicity.- It is Lord Chesterfield ( I think ) , or some judge equally competent , who com- pares Achilles's reproaches of Agamemnon to the language of that place where ( as Addison says ) " they sell the ...
... called Criticism derided his simplicity.- It is Lord Chesterfield ( I think ) , or some judge equally competent , who com- pares Achilles's reproaches of Agamemnon to the language of that place where ( as Addison says ) " they sell the ...
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... called poems of Orpheus and Musaus . " To go to the fountain - head of history , Hero- dotus declares his belief , that all the poets given out as older than Homer were of more recent date . ** It has been conceived , however , by very ...
... called poems of Orpheus and Musaus . " To go to the fountain - head of history , Hero- dotus declares his belief , that all the poets given out as older than Homer were of more recent date . ** It has been conceived , however , by very ...
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... called a series of parentheses , or a poem a series of digressions , and that the very words imply some other general matter as a principal subject , and that to make the principal subject seem incidental , is against the rules of art ...
... called a series of parentheses , or a poem a series of digressions , and that the very words imply some other general matter as a principal subject , and that to make the principal subject seem incidental , is against the rules of art ...
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... called among us the blushing poor . * In all seasons , for thirty years of his life , my father allowed himself no * Pobres vergonzantes . other relaxation , after the fatiguing business of his counting Letters from Spain . 29.
... called among us the blushing poor . * In all seasons , for thirty years of his life , my father allowed himself no * Pobres vergonzantes . other relaxation , after the fatiguing business of his counting Letters from Spain . 29.
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Page 60 - Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven; Some safer world in depth of woods embraced, Some happier island in the watery waste, Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 478 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Page 212 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 128 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...
Page 129 - And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great Trump shall thrill thee with its warning! Why should this worthless tegument endure, If its undying guest be lost for ever ? O let us keep the soul embalmed and pure In living virtue ; that, when both must sever.
Page 128 - How the world looked when it was fresh and young, And the great Deluge still had left it green — Or was it then so old, that History's pages Contained no record of its early ages ? Still silent, incommunicative elf ? Art sworn to secrecy...
Page 166 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which...
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Page 60 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored 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: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given. Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...