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So it gives me , dear Tom , a ' delight beyond measure , : To find how you've
mended your notions of pleasure ; For never was poet , whose fanciful hours
Could bask in a richer abstraction of bowers , With sounds and with spirits , of
charm to ...
So it gives me , dear Tom , a ' delight beyond measure , : To find how you've
mended your notions of pleasure ; For never was poet , whose fanciful hours
Could bask in a richer abstraction of bowers , With sounds and with spirits , of
charm to ...
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Addison to be our greatest dramatic writer , could not fail also , agreeably to the
spirit of French verse in general , to pronounce that Pope was the most
harmonious of our poets : --the Italians repeated the story , most likely from that
want of ...
Addison to be our greatest dramatic writer , could not fail also , agreeably to the
spirit of French verse in general , to pronounce that Pope was the most
harmonious of our poets : --the Italians repeated the story , most likely from that
want of ...
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tion despair , it is a character also to make despair itself patient , and to convert it
into an invincible spirit . : It is not generally known to the admirers of Alfred , that
there is a life of him extant , written in Latin by one of his most familiar and ...
tion despair , it is a character also to make despair itself patient , and to convert it
into an invincible spirit . : It is not generally known to the admirers of Alfred , that
there is a life of him extant , written in Latin by one of his most familiar and ...
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... 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 , and of knowledge and spirit enough to apprehend ...
... 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 , and of knowledge and spirit enough to apprehend ...
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accomplishments , and of knowledge and spirit enough to apprehend the real
greatness of his character , would be a treasure to be laid up in the heart of every
Englishman , and tend to perpetuate those solid parts of our character , which are
...
accomplishments , and of knowledge and spirit enough to apprehend the real
greatness of his character , would be a treasure to be laid up in the heart of every
Englishman , and tend to perpetuate those solid parts of our character , which are
...
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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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