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... orations In praise of bombarding one's friends and relations ; And t'other some lines he had made on a straw , Showing how he had found it , and what it was for , 18 And how , when ' twas balanc'd , it stood 14 THE FEAST OF.
... orations In praise of bombarding one's friends and relations ; And t'other some lines he had made on a straw , Showing how he had found it , and what it was for , 18 And how , when ' twas balanc'd , it stood 14 THE FEAST OF.
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... lines and vary his pauses . " It is dangerous to hazard conclusions with regard to the opi- nions of others , upon matters of which our own senses have but imperfectly informed us . Johnson , by his own confession , had no ear ; and on ...
... lines and vary his pauses . " It is dangerous to hazard conclusions with regard to the opi- nions of others , upon matters of which our own senses have but imperfectly informed us . Johnson , by his own confession , had no ear ; and on ...
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... 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 wri- ters as well as those of his own country , that he had obtained no perception of what is musical ...
... 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 wri- ters as well as those of his own country , that he had obtained no perception of what is musical ...
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... line after line , sometimes upon only one of them for eight or ten lines together ; so that when Vol- taire praised him for bringing down the harsh wranglings of the English trumpet to the soft tones of the flute , * he * Dictionnaire ...
... line after line , sometimes upon only one of them for eight or ten lines together ; so that when Vol- taire praised him for bringing down the harsh wranglings of the English trumpet to the soft tones of the flute , * he * Dictionnaire ...
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... lines of Windsor Forest , the two first paragraphs of Eloisa to Abelard , and that gorgeous misrepresentation of the exquisite moon - light picture in Homer . The last may as well be quoted : — As when the moon - refulgent lamp of night ...
... lines of Windsor Forest , the two first paragraphs of Eloisa to Abelard , and that gorgeous misrepresentation of the exquisite moon - light picture in Homer . The last may as well be quoted : — As when the moon - refulgent lamp of night ...
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Abydos admiration affected Apollo appears bards beauties better bright called character Coleridge court cried criticism delight Dryden edition elegant Eloisa to Abelard exquisite eyes Fairfax fancy faults favourite FEAST feeling flowers genius Giaour give hail hand harmony heart imitation Italian Juvenal keep King language late laurels LEIGH HUNT LENOX LIBRARY lines look look'd Lord Lyrical Ballads Milton mind Montepulciano Moore Muse NAPOLEON BONAPARTE natural ness never notes o'er original passage passion perhaps pieces Pindar poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope praise Prince PYRRHA reader respect rhyme ribaldry round scarcely Scott seems Shakspeare simplicity Sirmio smiles society song Southey sparkling speak Spenser spirit style Surrey sweet Tasso taste thee there's thing thou thought THYESTES tion trifle true turn turn'd twas verses versification vex'd vulgar Walter Scott WEYBRIDGE wine words Wordsworth writings written
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Page 39 - 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. This Nymph, to the destruction of Mankind, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining Ringlets the smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Page 38 - 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 ; 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...
Page 104 - 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 39 - 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 114 - Yet mark'd 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 l6.
Page 114 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), 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 140 - Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
Page 134 - Bithynos liquisse campos et videre te in tuto ! o quid solutis est beatius curis ? cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum desideratoque acquiescimus lecto. hoc est, quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.
Page 114 - 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 141 - Pyrrha, sub antrof cui flavam religas comam, simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem mutatosque deos flebit et aspera nigris aequora ventis emirabitur insolens, qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea; qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem sperat nescius aurae fallacis. miseri, quibus intentata nites ! me tabula sacer votiva paries indicat uvida suspendisse potenti vestimenta maris deo.