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... he must always be thought a great poet , he is no longer esteemed a good
writer ; and for ten impressions which his works have had in so many successive
years , yet at present a hundred books are scarcely purchased once a
twelvemonth .
... he must always be thought a great poet , he is no longer esteemed a good
writer ; and for ten impressions which his works have had in so many successive
years , yet at present a hundred books are scarcely purchased once a
twelvemonth .
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The rapidity , and yet the perspicuity , of the thoughts , the glow and the
expressiveness of the images , those certain marks of the first sketch of a master ,
conspire to corroborate the truth of the fact . THE TRANSLATION of the first Book
of ...
The rapidity , and yet the perspicuity , of the thoughts , the glow and the
expressiveness of the images , those certain marks of the first sketch of a master ,
conspire to corroborate the truth of the fact . THE TRANSLATION of the first Book
of ...
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But it is remarkable that Quintilian thought very differently on this subject of the
transitions , and the admirers of Ovid would do well to consider his opinion . “ Illa
vero frigida et puerilis est in scholis affectatio , ut ipse transitus efficiat aliquam ...
But it is remarkable that Quintilian thought very differently on this subject of the
transitions , and the admirers of Ovid would do well to consider his opinion . “ Illa
vero frigida et puerilis est in scholis affectatio , ut ipse transitus efficiat aliquam ...
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... now loud unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all .
* These images , one would have thought , were peculiarly calculated to have
struck the fancy of our young imitator with so much admiration , as not * Book II .
... now loud unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all .
* These images , one would have thought , were peculiarly calculated to have
struck the fancy of our young imitator with so much admiration , as not * Book II .
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... not obvious to the Lady to whom they were addressed , on her singing a song
of his composing : Chloris , yourself you so excell , When you vouchsafe to
breathe my thought , That like a spirit with this spell , Of my own teaching I am
caught .
... not obvious to the Lady to whom they were addressed , on her singing a song
of his composing : Chloris , yourself you so excell , When you vouchsafe to
breathe my thought , That like a spirit with this spell , Of my own teaching I am
caught .
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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.