The British poets, including translations, Volume 42C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... ' What's o'clock ? ' and , ' How's the wind ? ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ? ' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; " Or , Have you nothing new to - day 18 IMITATIONS OF HORACE .
... ' What's o'clock ? ' and , ' How's the wind ? ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ? ' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; " Or , Have you nothing new to - day 18 IMITATIONS OF HORACE .
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... writ ; But for the passions , Southern , sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . ' All this may be ; the people's voice is odd ; It is , and it is not , the voice of ...
... writ ; But for the passions , Southern , sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . ' All this may be ; the people's voice is odd ; It is , and it is not , the voice of ...
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... writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated canvass stole The sleepy eye , that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The ...
... writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated canvass stole The sleepy eye , that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The ...
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... writ ! How Van ' wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkey eat with vast applause ! But fill ...
... writ ! How Van ' wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkey eat with vast applause ! But fill ...
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... writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . BOOK II . EPISTLE II . Ludentis speciem dabit , ac torquebitur . HOR . DEAR Colonel , Cobham's and your country's friend ...
... writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . BOOK II . EPISTLE II . Ludentis speciem dabit , ac torquebitur . HOR . DEAR Colonel , Cobham's and your country's friend ...
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Page 230 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 210 - Here strip, my children! here at once leap in, Here prove who best can dash through thick and thin, And who the most in love of dirt excel, Or dark dexterity of groping well.
Page 53 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Page 47 - But fill their purse, our poets' work is done, Alike to them by pathos or by pun. O, you ! whom vanity's light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage, by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high ! Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; 300 A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Page 264 - Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying Rain-bows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 197 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 250 - For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Page 150 - He was not without hopes, that, by manifesting the dulness of those who had only malice to recommend them, either the booksellers would not find their account in employing them, or the men themselves, when discovered, want courage to proceed in so unlawful an occupation. This it was that gave birth to the
Page 30 - NOT to admire, is all the art I know, To make men happy, and to keep them so.' Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.
Page 40 - Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit; Forgot his Epic, nay Pindaric art, But still I love the language of his heart.