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... the perspicuity of his allegories , and the instructive excellence of his morals .
Above all , he commends him for his unforced transitions , and for the ease with
which he slides into some new circumstance , without any violation of the unity of
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... the perspicuity of his allegories , and the instructive excellence of his morals .
Above all , he commends him for his unforced transitions , and for the ease with
which he slides into some new circumstance , without any violation of the unity of
...
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The next imitation is of COWLEY , in two pieces , on a garden , and on weeping ,
in which Pope has properly enough , in conformity to his original , extorted some
moral , or darted forth some witticism , on every object he mentions . It is not ...
The next imitation is of COWLEY , in two pieces , on a garden , and on weeping ,
in which Pope has properly enough , in conformity to his original , extorted some
moral , or darted forth some witticism , on every object he mentions . It is not ...
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... imitations of * Settle was assisted in writing the Anti - Achitophel by Clifford ,
and others , the best wits of that time , who combined against Dryden . of Another
line likewise of Pope exactly characterises him : The pensive Cowley's moral lay.
... imitations of * Settle was assisted in writing the Anti - Achitophel by Clifford ,
and others , the best wits of that time , who combined against Dryden . of Another
line likewise of Pope exactly characterises him : The pensive Cowley's moral lay.
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of Horace , has exhibited the real character of Cowley , with delicacy and
candour : Who now reads Cowley ? If he pleases yet , His moral pleases , not his
pointed wit ; Forgot his epic , nay , Pindaric art , But still I love the language of his
heart .
of Horace , has exhibited the real character of Cowley , with delicacy and
candour : Who now reads Cowley ? If he pleases yet , His moral pleases , not his
pointed wit ; Forgot his epic , nay , Pindaric art , But still I love the language of his
heart .
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is a remakable passage in one of his letters : “ I confess , I did never imagine you
were so deep in morals ; or that so many new and excellent rules could be
produced so advantageously and agreeably in that science , from any one head .
is a remakable passage in one of his letters : “ I confess , I did never imagine you
were so deep in morals ; or that so many new and excellent rules could be
produced so advantageously and agreeably in that science , from any one head .
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Page 236 - Peace to all such ! but were there One whose fires True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Page 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd 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...
Page 249 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Page 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 59 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 287 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.