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315 On receiving from the Right Honourable the Lady Frances Shirley, a
Standish and two Pens - .341 •f A Fragment of an unpublished Satire of Pope,
entitled, One Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty - 345 f The Plan of an Epic
Poem, ...
315 On receiving from the Right Honourable the Lady Frances Shirley, a
Standish and two Pens - .341 •f A Fragment of an unpublished Satire of Pope,
entitled, One Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty - 345 f The Plan of an Epic
Poem, ...
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This year he began an epic Poem ; the same which Bp. Atterbury, long afterward,
persuaded him to burn. Besides this, he wrote, in these early days, a Comedy
and Tragedy, the latter taken from a story in the legend of St. Genevieve. They
both ...
This year he began an epic Poem ; the same which Bp. Atterbury, long afterward,
persuaded him to burn. Besides this, he wrote, in these early days, a Comedy
and Tragedy, the latter taken from a story in the legend of St. Genevieve. They
both ...
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The success it met with encouraged the Author to revise and enlarge it, and give
it a more important air ; which was done by advancing it into a mock-epic poem.
In order to this it was to have its Machinery ; which, by the happiest invention, ...
The success it met with encouraged the Author to revise and enlarge it, and give
it a more important air ; which was done by advancing it into a mock-epic poem.
In order to this it was to have its Machinery ; which, by the happiest invention, ...
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Forgot his Epic,"] Rhymer absurdly prefers the Da- videis to the Jerusalem of
Tasso. Ver. 77. Pindaric Art,] Which has much more merit than his Epic, but very
unlike the Character, as well as Numbers, of Pindar. P. Ver. 79. Yet surely, surely,
] ...
Forgot his Epic,"] Rhymer absurdly prefers the Da- videis to the Jerusalem of
Tasso. Ver. 77. Pindaric Art,] Which has much more merit than his Epic, but very
unlike the Character, as well as Numbers, of Pindar. P. Ver. 79. Yet surely, surely,
] ...
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Who now reads b Cowley ? if he pleases yet, 75 His Moral pleases, not his
pointed Wit ; Forgot his Epic, nay Pindaric Art, But still cI love the Language of his
Heart. " Yet surely, surely, these were famous men ! What boy but hears the
sayings ...
Who now reads b Cowley ? if he pleases yet, 75 His Moral pleases, not his
pointed Wit ; Forgot his Epic, nay Pindaric Art, But still cI love the Language of his
Heart. " Yet surely, surely, these were famous men ! What boy but hears the
sayings ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 32 - Peace to all such ! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone. Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 32 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Página 406 - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.
Página 337 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Página 77 - Rolls o'er my grotto, and but sooths my sleep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightning pierc'd th...
Página 37 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got, while his soul did huddled notions try ; And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Página 45 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 53 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Página 11 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Página 34 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?