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... from the verses of Dryden , Spenser , and Milton ; not that the style of any great writer is to be imitated at a venture , or to be studied with any direct view to imitation at all ; but because in FEAST OF THE POETS . 37.
... from the verses of Dryden , Spenser , and Milton ; not that the style of any great writer is to be imitated at a venture , or to be studied with any direct view to imitation at all ; but because in FEAST OF THE POETS . 37.
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With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt. direct view to imitation at all ; but because in the best effusions of those writers are to be found the happiest specimens of English versification , such as with due regard to every ...
With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt. direct view to imitation at all ; but because in the best effusions of those writers are to be found the happiest specimens of English versification , such as with due regard to every ...
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... imitation of not the best models , written in a style at once vague and elaborate . His Pleasures of Memory , -a poem , at best , in imitation of Goldsmith , -is written in the worst and most monotonous taste of modern versification ...
... imitation of not the best models , written in a style at once vague and elaborate . His Pleasures of Memory , -a poem , at best , in imitation of Goldsmith , -is written in the worst and most monotonous taste of modern versification ...
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... imitation of Virgil , Fairfax improved into a thought as new as it was beautiful , - On Lebanon at first his foot he set , And shook his wings with rory may - dew's wet . Milton , passing over the original in this passage , copies the ...
... imitation of Virgil , Fairfax improved into a thought as new as it was beautiful , - On Lebanon at first his foot he set , And shook his wings with rory may - dew's wet . Milton , passing over the original in this passage , copies the ...
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... , from their own . Thus even what was a natural language in these writers , becomes , from the imitation , an unnatural and affected one in Mr. Scott ; and in fact , he talks the language of no times and FEAST OF THE POETS . 67.
... , from their own . Thus even what was a natural language in these writers , becomes , from the imitation , an unnatural and affected one in Mr. Scott ; and in fact , he talks the language of no times and FEAST OF THE POETS . 67.
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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.