What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Two Lectures on the Poetry of Pope, and on His Own Travels in America ...
No preview available - 2020
already American appears attempt beautiful believe Boston called capital carried certainly character cities complete distinguished England English entire especially excellent eyes fall feel felt forest forms genius give Government hear heard heart highest hospitality House impressions interest justice late least leave living look Lord manner mean mention miles mind moral nature nearly never observe occasion original party passed passion perfect perhaps person pleasure poem poet poetical poetry politics Pope portion praise present probably question quote reason reference remark respect rising river round rule seemed seen Senate slavery slaves society soil soul speaks spent term thing thought told town travelling trees true truth Union United universal Washington whole wish wooded York
Page 7 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Page 7 - Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 7 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 17 - 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...
Page 15 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics, martyr'd with the stone, Will any mortal let himself alone?
Page 17 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.
Page 13 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 7 - True wit is nature to advantage dressed, — What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.