The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse |
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... written what was best . " . The reader will recollect , that these lines are in the course of a very long poem ; yet so little had Warton's ear profited by his acquaintance with the Greek and Italian writers as well as those of his own ...
... written what was best . " . The reader will recollect , that these lines are in the course of a very long poem ; yet so little had Warton's ear profited by his acquaintance with the Greek and Italian writers as well as those of his own ...
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... written , has not only had a par- ticular time and tune annexed to it from time immemorial , so as to be led off like a kind of dance , but as the couplets are really made up of four lines thrown into two , may be allowed to appeal to ...
... written , has not only had a par- ticular time and tune annexed to it from time immemorial , so as to be led off like a kind of dance , but as the couplets are really made up of four lines thrown into two , may be allowed to appeal to ...
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... written for the poem to which they belong , not the poem for the notes , it is high time to finish the one before me ; other- wise I was much tempted to conclude it with some counter examples of real poetic harmony from the verses of ...
... written for the poem to which they belong , not the poem for the notes , it is high time to finish the one before me ; other- wise I was much tempted to conclude it with some counter examples of real poetic harmony from the verses of ...
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... written in Latin by one of his most familiar and intelligent friends , Asser of Saint David's , whom he had invited to court from a monastery . There is a good edition of it , and I believe , not a scarce one , by Francis Wise , who was ...
... written in Latin by one of his most familiar and intelligent friends , Asser of Saint David's , whom he had invited to court from a monastery . There is a good edition of it , and I believe , not a scarce one , by Francis Wise , who was ...
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... written in a singular style , than in any other English performance . It is still however a disgrace to English biogra phy , that there is no life of our unrivalled coun- tryman , important enough from the size and the composition to do ...
... written in a singular style , than in any other English performance . It is still however a disgrace to English biogra phy , that there is no life of our unrivalled coun- tryman , important enough from the size and the composition to do ...
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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.