An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 頁 |
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第 36 頁
... Lost . This ode , which , by the way , is not suf- " ficiently read nor admired , is also of the descrip- tive kind ; but the objects of its description are great , and striking to the imagination ; the false deities of the Heathen ...
... Lost . This ode , which , by the way , is not suf- " ficiently read nor admired , is also of the descrip- tive kind ; but the objects of its description are great , and striking to the imagination ; the false deities of the Heathen ...
第 45 頁
... asto- nished at the dreadful uproar , that The wretch half wishes for his bonds again . Thus * Summer , ver . 280 . + Summer , ver . 935 . Thus also having described a caravan lost and overwhelmed in AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 45.
... asto- nished at the dreadful uproar , that The wretch half wishes for his bonds again . Thus * Summer , ver . 280 . + Summer , ver . 935 . Thus also having described a caravan lost and overwhelmed in AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 45.
第 46 頁
Joseph Warton. Thus also having described a caravan lost and overwhelmed in one of those whirlwinds that so frequently agitate and lift up the whole sands of the desert , he finishes his picture by adding , that , In Cairo's crouded ...
Joseph Warton. Thus also having described a caravan lost and overwhelmed in one of those whirlwinds that so frequently agitate and lift up the whole sands of the desert , he finishes his picture by adding , that , In Cairo's crouded ...
第 101 頁
... LOST , Spenser his FAIRY QUEEN , and Dryden his MUSIC ODE , they had all exceeded the middle age of man , From this short review it appears , that few poets ripened so early as POPE ; who seems lite- rally and strictly to have fulfilled ...
... LOST , Spenser his FAIRY QUEEN , and Dryden his MUSIC ODE , they had all exceeded the middle age of man , From this short review it appears , that few poets ripened so early as POPE ; who seems lite- rally and strictly to have fulfilled ...
第 122 頁
... Ca- moens ; in America , as in the Araucana of Alon- zo D'Ercilla ; in heaven , in hell , beyond the li- mits * Essay sur la Poesie Epique , pag . 339. tom . i . mits of our world , as in the Paradise Lost 122 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... Ca- moens ; in America , as in the Araucana of Alon- zo D'Ercilla ; in heaven , in hell , beyond the li- mits * Essay sur la Poesie Epique , pag . 339. tom . i . mits of our world , as in the Paradise Lost 122 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
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第 145 頁 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
第 224 頁 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
第 134 頁 - Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky, Th' eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last: But, those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way, Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes.
第 7 頁 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
第 315 頁 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
第 220 頁 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. CANTO II. NOT with more glories, in th...
第 390 頁 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
第 223 頁 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
第 130 頁 - From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
第 148 頁 - Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek, We write in sand, our language grows, And like the tide our work o'erflows.