An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 - 8 頁 |
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... hand , the prophet has been some- times particular , when POPE has been only gene- " Lift up thine eyes round about , and see ; all they gather themselves together , they come to thee : The multitude of CAMELS shall cover thee : the ...
... hand , the prophet has been some- times particular , when POPE has been only gene- " Lift up thine eyes round about , and see ; all they gather themselves together , they come to thee : The multitude of CAMELS shall cover thee : the ...
第 20 頁
... hand of Paul Brill , is by no means excelled by the foregoing . Qua nudo Rosamonda humilis sub culmine tecti Marginis obscuri servat inane decus , Rara intermissæ circum vestigia molis , Et sola in vacuo tramite porta labat : Sacræ olim ...
... hand of Paul Brill , is by no means excelled by the foregoing . Qua nudo Rosamonda humilis sub culmine tecti Marginis obscuri servat inane decus , Rara intermissæ circum vestigia molis , Et sola in vacuo tramite porta labat : Sacræ olim ...
第 51 頁
... hand in an ode on St. Cecilia ; we find many despicable rhapsodies , so called , in the trash of Tonson's Miscellanies . We have there also preserved another , and an earlier ode , of Dryden on this sub . ject ; one stanza of which I ...
... hand in an ode on St. Cecilia ; we find many despicable rhapsodies , so called , in the trash of Tonson's Miscellanies . We have there also preserved another , and an earlier ode , of Dryden on this sub . ject ; one stanza of which I ...
第 52 頁
... hands . " The reader doubtless observes the fine effect of the repetition of the last line ; as well as the stroke of nature , in making these rude hearers imagine some god lay ... hand , and pointing to the hostile 52 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... hands . " The reader doubtless observes the fine effect of the repetition of the last line ; as well as the stroke of nature , in making these rude hearers imagine some god lay ... hand , and pointing to the hostile 52 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
第 53 頁
Joseph Warton . in his hand , and pointing to the hostile temples of the Persians , and demanding vengeance of their prince , he instantly started from his throne , -Seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; * while Thais , and the ...
Joseph Warton . in his hand , and pointing to the hostile temples of the Persians , and demanding vengeance of their prince , he instantly started from his throne , -Seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; * while Thais , and the ...
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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.