Letters Concerning TasteR. and J. Dodsley, 1755 - 143 strán (strany) |
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... . My EUDOCIA calls me to adminifter with her Comfort to a little fatherless Family in the District of our Hamlet , therefore must conclude myself , Your fincere Friend , & c . LETTER LETTER III . You To the Same . U have 14 LETTER II .
... . My EUDOCIA calls me to adminifter with her Comfort to a little fatherless Family in the District of our Hamlet , therefore must conclude myself , Your fincere Friend , & c . LETTER LETTER III . You To the Same . U have 14 LETTER II .
Strana 42
... fhould here lead me to fay any thing disrespectful of that Work which Nature form with most taste , Woman , I will abruptly conclude myself , Your , & c . & c . LETTER [ 43 ] LETTER VII , To the Same . 42 LETTER VI .
... fhould here lead me to fay any thing disrespectful of that Work which Nature form with most taste , Woman , I will abruptly conclude myself , Your , & c . & c . LETTER [ 43 ] LETTER VII , To the Same . 42 LETTER VI .
Strana 68
... myself , for fince the irreparable Lofs of all domestic Comforts I sustained by the Death of my dear EUDOCIA , I have plac'd my chief Happiness in hopes of raifing myself to the Character a long race of An- cestors have poffeffed before ...
... myself , for fince the irreparable Lofs of all domestic Comforts I sustained by the Death of my dear EUDOCIA , I have plac'd my chief Happiness in hopes of raifing myself to the Character a long race of An- cestors have poffeffed before ...
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... myself , in a late Converfation , that no- thing would vitiate a Man's Taste for Poetry more , than frequently reading the Italian Poets . Their forced Allufions , their tinfel Concetti , and perpetual Affec- tation of hunting for prety ...
... myself , in a late Converfation , that no- thing would vitiate a Man's Taste for Poetry more , than frequently reading the Italian Poets . Their forced Allufions , their tinfel Concetti , and perpetual Affec- tation of hunting for prety ...
Strana 77
... Myself and my Affections are as pure As thofe chafte Flames that burn before the Shrine " Of the chafte DIAN : Only my Intent " To draw you thither was to plight our Troths " With interchange of mutual chafte Embraces , " And ...
... Myself and my Affections are as pure As thofe chafte Flames that burn before the Shrine " Of the chafte DIAN : Only my Intent " To draw you thither was to plight our Troths " With interchange of mutual chafte Embraces , " And ...
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Æsop againſt AGATHOCLES almoſt ancient anſwer Applauſe arife ARISTUS Artiſt Author betwixt Cauſe cern Charms Compofitions Converfation CORINTHIAN Order Criticiſm CROESUS dare fay dear defcend defcribed defire Deſcription DORIC Order elegant enchanting ESOPUS eſpecially EUMELUS EUPHEMIUS Expreffion faid fame Fancy feems fhall fhould fince firft firſt fome foon Friend ftill fuch fuperior fure fweet Genius Goodneſs Grace greateſt Happineſs happy Heart herſelf Hiftory himſelf human Iliad Imagination Imitation Inftances ingenious itſelf JOVIANUS PONTANUS laft Landſcape laſt lefs LEONORA LETTER LETTER LINCO Love Mafters manner moft Moral moſt moſt beautiful muſt myſelf Nature Nymph Obfervation Occafion OVID Paffages Paffions pafs Peneus Pleaſure Poet poetical Poetry prefent PSYCHE Purpoſe Reafon reft Repreſentation Roscius ſay Senſe ſeveral ſhall ſhe Soul Species ſpent Spirits of Senfe ſpoke STROZZA Tafte Taſte thefe themſelves ther theſe thofe thoſe thro tion tivated Tranflation Truth uſe whilft whofe whoſe Wiſhes
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Strana 114 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Strana 97 - AWAY ; let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care ; Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear. What though no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ; We'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble, we'll be good.
Strana 50 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Strana 98 - How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung ; To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue. And when with envy, time transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
Strana 76 - My virgin flower uncropt, pure, chaste, and fair, No goblin, wood-god, fairy, elf, or fiend, Satyr, or other power that haunts the groves, Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion Draw me to wander after idle fires, Or voices calling me in dead of night To make me follow, and so tole me on Through mire and standing pools, to find my ruin.
Strana 41 - On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky. As I bent down to look, just opposite A shape within the watery gleam appear'd, Bending to look on me : I started...
Strana 29 - For Taste does not wholly depend upon the natural Strength and acquired Improvement of the Intellectual Powers; nor wholly upon a fine Construction of the Organs of the Body; nor wholly upon the intermediate Powers of the Imagination; but upon an Union of them all happily blended, without too great a Prevalency in either.
Strana 38 - It show'd the bottom in a fairer light, Nor kept a sand conceal'd from human sight. The stream produc'd nor slimy ooze, nor weeds, Nor miry rushes, nor the spiky reeds ; But dealt enriching moisture all around, The fruitful banks with cheerful verdure crown'd, And kept the spring eternal on the ground.
Strana 121 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?