The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Epic , nay Pindaric art , But still I love the language of his heart . " Yet surely , surely these were famous men ! What boy but hears the sayings of old Ben ? In all debates where critics bear a part , Not one but nods , and talks of ...
... Epic , nay Pindaric art , But still I love the language of his heart . " Yet surely , surely these were famous men ! What boy but hears the sayings of old Ben ? In all debates where critics bear a part , Not one but nods , and talks of ...
หน้า 110
... epic performance ; and those parts of Homer which have been published already by Mr. Pope , give us reason to think that the Iliad will appear in English with as little dis- advantage to that immortal poem . ' As to the rest , there is ...
... epic performance ; and those parts of Homer which have been published already by Mr. Pope , give us reason to think that the Iliad will appear in English with as little dis- advantage to that immortal poem . ' As to the rest , there is ...
หน้า 129
... epic sort it appeareth to have been , yet of mat- ter surely not unpleasant , witness what is reported of it by the learned Archbishop Eustathius , in Odyssey X. And accordingly Aristotle , in his Poetic , chap . iv . doth further set ...
... epic sort it appeareth to have been , yet of mat- ter surely not unpleasant , witness what is reported of it by the learned Archbishop Eustathius , in Odyssey X. And accordingly Aristotle , in his Poetic , chap . iv . doth further set ...
หน้า 130
... epic poem written by Hó- mer himself , and anterior even to the Iliad or Odyssey . Now , forasmuch as our poet hath translated those two famous works of Homer which are yet left , he did conceive it in some sort his duty to imitate that ...
... epic poem written by Hó- mer himself , and anterior even to the Iliad or Odyssey . Now , forasmuch as our poet hath translated those two famous works of Homer which are yet left , he did conceive it in some sort his duty to imitate that ...
หน้า 131
... epic poesy requireth ) and feigns that one of these goddesses had taken up her abode with the other , and that they jointly in- spired all such writers and such works3 . He proceedeth to show the qualities they bestow on these authors ...
... epic poesy requireth ) and feigns that one of these goddesses had taken up her abode with the other , and that they jointly in- spired all such writers and such works3 . He proceedeth to show the qualities they bestow on these authors ...
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abused admire Æneid ancient bard Bavius Behold bless'd booksellers called character Charles Gildon Cibber Concanen court cried Curl Daily Journal declare Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en epic EPISTLE Eridanus Essay on Criticism eyes fame folly fool genius Gildon goddess grace hath head hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore JOHN DENNIS king knave labour learned Leonard Welsted Letter Lewis Theobald libels live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Matthew Concanen MIST'S JOURNAL moral Muse never o'er octavo Oldmixon once Ovid person pleased poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's praise Preface printed prose queen REMARKS rhyme saith satire Scriblerus Shakspeare sing sons soul Swift thee Theobald thine things thou throne translation truth verse VIRG Virgil virtue Welsted Whig wing words writ write youth
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หน้า 214 - Here strip, my children! here at once leap in, Here prove who best can dash through thick and thin, And who the most in love of dirt excel, Or dark dexterity of groping well.
หน้า 269 - See mystery to mathematics fly ! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares morality expires. For public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restor'd ; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
หน้า 53 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
หน้า 192 - And here she planu'd th' imperial seat of Fools. Here to her chosen all her works she shows, Prose swell'd to verse, verse loit'ring into prose: How random thoughts now meaning chance to find, Now leave all memory of sense behind: How Prologues into Prefaces decay, And these to Notes are fritter'd quite away: How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail...
หน้า 47 - But fill their purse, our poets' work is done, Alike to them by pathos or by pun. O, you ! whom vanity's light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage, by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high ! Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; 300 A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
หน้า 234 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
หน้า 268 - Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying Rain-bows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
หน้า 201 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
หน้า 254 - For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
หน้า 237 - Till one wide conflagration swallows all. Thence a new world, to nature's laws unknown, Breaks out refulgent, with a heaven its own: Another Cynthia her new journey runs, And other planets circle other suns. The forests dance, the rivers upward rise, Whales sport in woods, and dolphins in the skies; And last, to give the whole creation grace, Lo! one vast egg produces human race. Joy fills his soul, joy innocent of thought; What power, he cries, what power these wonders wrought?