The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in VerseJ. Cawthorn, 1814 - 157 páginas |
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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Página 100 - A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Página 113 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 99 - 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...
Página 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...
Página 113 - 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.
Página 102 - 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.
Página 113 - 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.
Página 136 - 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.