An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 pages |
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... speak out in plain English , I will adopt the following passage of Voltaire , which , in my opinion , as exactly characterizes POPE as it does his model Boi- leau , for whom it was originally defigned : " INCAPABLE PEUT - ETRE DU ...
... speak out in plain English , I will adopt the following passage of Voltaire , which , in my opinion , as exactly characterizes POPE as it does his model Boi- leau , for whom it was originally defigned : " INCAPABLE PEUT - ETRE DU ...
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... speak , the scene lying in Windsor - Forest , of the SULTRY SIRIUS , of the GRATEFUL CLUSTERS of grapes , || of a pipe of reeds , ¶ the antique fistula , of thank- ing Ceres for a plentiful harvest , ** of the sacrifice * Idyll . i ...
... speak , the scene lying in Windsor - Forest , of the SULTRY SIRIUS , of the GRATEFUL CLUSTERS of grapes , || of a pipe of reeds , ¶ the antique fistula , of thank- ing Ceres for a plentiful harvest , ** of the sacrifice * Idyll . i ...
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... speaking of the river Thames , and has rendered it , Thames heard the numbers , as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . † meme In the passages which Pope has imitated from Theocritus , and from his Latin ...
... speaking of the river Thames , and has rendered it , Thames heard the numbers , as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . † meme In the passages which Pope has imitated from Theocritus , and from his Latin ...
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... speaking : they most strongly exaggerate his remarkable fall , by an exclamation formed in the manner of funeral lamentations : How art thou fallen from Heaven , O Lucifer , son of the morning ! Thou art dashed down to the earth , thou ...
... speaking : they most strongly exaggerate his remarkable fall , by an exclamation formed in the manner of funeral lamentations : How art thou fallen from Heaven , O Lucifer , son of the morning ! Thou art dashed down to the earth , thou ...
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Joseph Warton. They next represent the king himself speaking , and madly boasting of his unbounded power whence the prodigiousness of his ruin is wonder- fully aggravated . Nor is this enough ; a new character is immediately formed ...
Joseph Warton. They next represent the king himself speaking , and madly boasting of his unbounded power whence the prodigiousness of his ruin is wonder- fully aggravated . Nor is this enough ; a new character is immediately formed ...
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Page 145 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 36 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 134 - Th' eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : But those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way, Th...
Page 7 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
Page 231 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
Page 315 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 219 - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Page 220 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. CANTO II. NOT with more glories, in th...
Page 390 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 223 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.