Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - English poetry - 212 pages |
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Page 79
... Parnel's description of the toilette of his heroine was probably suggested by the following description of the toi- lette of Juno , see the fourteenth book of Homer , line 191. * * Pope's Translation of the Iliad . " Swift to her bright ...
... Parnel's description of the toilette of his heroine was probably suggested by the following description of the toi- lette of Juno , see the fourteenth book of Homer , line 191. * * Pope's Translation of the Iliad . " Swift to her bright ...
Page 81
... Parnel with great judgment avoids in his descrip- tion several adventitious ornaments of the toilette which would not have suited the first appearance of Pandora . She has no pendants in her ears , and is sophisticated with no perfumes ...
... Parnel with great judgment avoids in his descrip- tion several adventitious ornaments of the toilette which would not have suited the first appearance of Pandora . She has no pendants in her ears , and is sophisticated with no perfumes ...
Page 85
... Parnel's poem thus continues . " A finer flax than what they wrought before , Through Time's deep cave the sister Fates explore ; Then fix the loom , their fingers nimbly weave , And thus their toil , prophetic songs deceive . " The ...
... Parnel's poem thus continues . " A finer flax than what they wrought before , Through Time's deep cave the sister Fates explore ; Then fix the loom , their fingers nimbly weave , And thus their toil , prophetic songs deceive . " The ...
Page 86
... Parnel goes a step farther and represents them as weavers , as weaving the web of human destiny - as they spin or weave they sing as follows . " Flow from the rock my flax , and swiftly flow , Pursue thy thread the spindle runs below ...
... Parnel goes a step farther and represents them as weavers , as weaving the web of human destiny - as they spin or weave they sing as follows . " Flow from the rock my flax , and swiftly flow , Pursue thy thread the spindle runs below ...
Page 93
... Parnel represents the woman as be- ing in herself more pernicious than all the collected evils that the Gods could inflict upon mankind . " The winds were silent , all the waves asleep , And heav'n was trac'd upon the flattering deep ...
... Parnel represents the woman as be- ing in herself more pernicious than all the collected evils that the Gods could inflict upon mankind . " The winds were silent , all the waves asleep , And heav'n was trac'd upon the flattering deep ...
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Page 29 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Page 121 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 24 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 117 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 27 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Page 113 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Page 32 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
Page 103 - And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness called up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 152 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 186 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.