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The pieces it has already produced in our language , are the Session of the
Poets , by Sir John Suckling ; another Session , by an anonymous author , in the
first volume of State Poems ; the Trial for the Bays , by Lord Rochester ; and the ...
The pieces it has already produced in our language , are the Session of the
Poets , by Sir John Suckling ; another Session , by an anonymous author , in the
first volume of State Poems ; the Trial for the Bays , by Lord Rochester ; and the ...
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Let the varieties , like all the other beauties of a poet , be perfectly unaffected : but
passion and fancy naturally speak a various language ; it is monotony and
uniformity alone that are out of nature . When Pope , in one of his happy couplets
...
Let the varieties , like all the other beauties of a poet , be perfectly unaffected : but
passion and fancy naturally speak a various language ; it is monotony and
uniformity alone that are out of nature . When Pope , in one of his happy couplets
...
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... it is evident , could be more justly provocative of elegant reflection and
illustration ; and a compact , lively volume , written by one who was learned
enough to enter into the language of his hero , of taste enough to relish his
accomplishments ...
... it is evident , could be more justly provocative of elegant reflection and
illustration ; and a compact , lively volume , written by one who was learned
enough to enter into the language of his hero , of taste enough to relish his
accomplishments ...
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Yet even in his versification , he has contrived , by the colloquial turn of his
language and his primitive mention of persons by their christian as well as
surname , to have an air of his own ; and indeed there is not a greater mannerist
in the whole ...
Yet even in his versification , he has contrived , by the colloquial turn of his
language and his primitive mention of persons by their christian as well as
surname , to have an air of his own ; and indeed there is not a greater mannerist
in the whole ...
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The natural language they speak sets at nought the cant habit of books . You
might as well endeavour , by the help of a fan , to gather round you the morning
freshness of nature , as think of apprehending one of the great spirits of poetry ,
by ...
The natural language they speak sets at nought the cant habit of books . You
might as well endeavour , by the help of a fan , to gather round you the morning
freshness of nature , as think of apprehending one of the great spirits of poetry ,
by ...
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Page 111 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 33 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 97 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Page 33 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Page 111 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 111 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 34 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; 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 'em all.
Page 97 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Page 33 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 4 - The brow all of wisdom, and lips all of love; For though he was blooming, and oval of cheek, And youth down his shoulders went smoothing and sleek, Yet his look with the reach of past ages was wise, And the soul of eternity thought through his eyes.
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| Title | The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse |
| Author | Leigh Hunt |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | Gale, Curtis, and Fenner, 1815 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 2 Jan 2007 |
| Length | 157 pages |
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