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acquaintance Addison answer appear assure beauties begin believe body called cause common concern continued conversation critic desire equal esteem expect express eyes faults favour fear friendship give given hand happy head hear heart Homer honour hope imagine Italy judgment kind Lady late learning least leave less LETTER lines live look Lord manner mean mention mind nature never obliged observed occasion once opinion particular pass perhaps person piece pleased pleasure poem Poet poetry Pope Pray present printed published reason received rest seems sense shew sincerity sort speak spirit sure taken talk tell thing thought tion told town translation true truth turn verses whole wish write written Wycherley young
Page 106 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire.
Page 306 - The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime Barren of every glorious theme. In distant lands now waits a better time Producing subjects worthy fame : In happy climes where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of art by nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : In happy climes the seat of innocence, Where nature guides and virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools...
Page 259 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 259 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Page 259 - ... the world recedes it disappears heaven opens on my eyes my ears with sounds seraphic ring lend lend your wings i mount i fly o grave where is thy victory o death where is thy sting.
Page 306 - There shall be sung another golden Age, The rise of Empire and of Arts, The Good and Great inspiring epic Rage, The wisest Heads and noblest Hearts. Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heav'nly Flame did animate her Clay, By future Poets shall be sung.
Page 69 - People seek for what they call wit on all subjects and in all places, not considering that Nature loves truth so well that it hardly ever admits of flourishing. Conceit is to Nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but impairs what it would improve.
Page 250 - I would flatter myself into a good opinion of my own way of living : Plutarch just now told me, that it is in human life as in a game at tables...
Page 77 - It is not enough that nothing offends the Ear, but a good Poet will adapt the very Sounds, as well as Words, to the things he treats of. So that there is (if one may express it so) a Style of Sound. As in describing a gliding Stream, the Numbers shou'd run easy and flowing; in describing a rough Torrent or Deluge, sonorous and swelling, and so of the rest.