An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 |
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Strana 7
... . I am not sur- prised at this strange judgment . Cowley was indisputably a genius , but his taste was perverted and narrowed by a love of witticisms . Shakespeare , to be only like one of mercury , AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 7.
... . I am not sur- prised at this strange judgment . Cowley was indisputably a genius , but his taste was perverted and narrowed by a love of witticisms . Shakespeare , to be only like one of mercury , AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 7.
Strana 22
... taste in poetry among the Romans . From the time of Lucre- tius , to that of Statius , was no more than about one hundred and forty - seven years ; and if I might venture to pronounce so rigorous a sen- tence , I would say , that the ...
... taste in poetry among the Romans . From the time of Lucre- tius , to that of Statius , was no more than about one hundred and forty - seven years ; and if I might venture to pronounce so rigorous a sen- tence , I would say , that the ...
Strana 24
... acquainted with the unnatural cruelty of his sons , yet his resentment is more temperate . See verse 433 down to verse 472 , of the same most enchanting tragedy , OVID is also another writer of a bad taste , 24 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... acquainted with the unnatural cruelty of his sons , yet his resentment is more temperate . See verse 433 down to verse 472 , of the same most enchanting tragedy , OVID is also another writer of a bad taste , 24 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
Strana 25
Joseph Warton. OVID is also another writer of a bad taste , on whom POPE employed some of his youthful hours , in translating the stories of Dryope and Pomona . Were it not for the useful mythologi- cal knowledge they contain , the works ...
Joseph Warton. OVID is also another writer of a bad taste , on whom POPE employed some of his youthful hours , in translating the stories of Dryope and Pomona . Were it not for the useful mythologi- cal knowledge they contain , the works ...
Strana 29
... taste , that casts a delicacy and grace over all his compositions . To imitate Spenser on a subject that does not par- take of the pathos , is not giving a true represen- tation of him ; for he seems to be more awake and alive to all ...
... taste , that casts a delicacy and grace over all his compositions . To imitate Spenser on a subject that does not par- take of the pathos , is not giving a true represen- tation of him ; for he seems to be more awake and alive to all ...
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Strana 236 - 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, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Strana 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Strana 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Strana 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Strana 249 - 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...
Strana 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Strana 59 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Strana 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Strana 287 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Strana 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.