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... defcription , and confider what a per- fect idea it communicates to the mind . Around th ' adjoining brook , that purls along The vocal grove , now fretting o'er a rock , Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool , Now ftarting to a ...
... defcription , and confider what a per- fect idea it communicates to the mind . Around th ' adjoining brook , that purls along The vocal grove , now fretting o'er a rock , Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool , Now ftarting to a ...
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... defcription of the infernal regions is well imagined , and the effects of the musician's lyre on the inhabitants of hell , are elegantly tranflated from the fourth Georgic of Virgil , and happily adapted to the subject in queftion . The ...
... defcription of the infernal regions is well imagined , and the effects of the musician's lyre on the inhabitants of hell , are elegantly tranflated from the fourth Georgic of Virgil , and happily adapted to the subject in queftion . The ...
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... defcription of his being left in this defolate island , v . 280. His lamentation for the loss of his bow , v . 1140. and alfo 1185. and his laft adieu to the island , 1508 . One may here observe by the way , that the acients thought ...
... defcription of his being left in this defolate island , v . 280. His lamentation for the loss of his bow , v . 1140. and alfo 1185. and his laft adieu to the island , 1508 . One may here observe by the way , that the acients thought ...
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... defcription to its fource , and to re- mark , with what † judgment and art it is adapted and inferted ; provided this be done with such a spirit of modesty and candour , as evidently fhews , the critic intends merely to gratify ...
... defcription to its fource , and to re- mark , with what † judgment and art it is adapted and inferted ; provided this be done with such a spirit of modesty and candour , as evidently fhews , the critic intends merely to gratify ...
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... defcription of the funeral rites of Hector and Patroclus : as the two tragedies , without those of Poly- nices and Eteocles : for the ancients efteem- ed a deprivation of fepulture to be a more fevere calamity than death itself . It is ...
... defcription of the funeral rites of Hector and Patroclus : as the two tragedies , without those of Poly- nices and Eteocles : for the ancients efteem- ed a deprivation of fepulture to be a more fevere calamity than death itself . It is ...
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Page 40 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 259 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
Page 322 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 157 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light ; When mellowing years their full perfection give( And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away...
Page 233 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. 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.
Page 7 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd 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 wizard stream.
Page 38 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 137 - ... faces to make one excellent. Such personages, I think, would please nobody but the painter that made them ; not but I think a painter may make a better face than ever was ; but he must do it by a kind of felicity, (as a musician that maketh an excellent air in music,) and not by rule.
Page 202 - What woful stuff this madrigal would be In some starved hackney sonneteer or me ! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens ! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought.
Page 164 - Durfey's Tales. With him most authors steal their works, or buy ; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Name a new play, and he's the poet's friend ; Nay, show'd his faults — but when would poets mend? No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's churchyard: Nay, fly to altars ; there they'll talk you dead ; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.