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... thought , His future rule is into method brought : As they , who first proportion understand , With easy practice reach a master's hand , Well might the ancient poets then confer On Night the honour'd name of Counsellor , Since , struck ...
... thought , His future rule is into method brought : As they , who first proportion understand , With easy practice reach a master's hand , Well might the ancient poets then confer On Night the honour'd name of Counsellor , Since , struck ...
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... 'd in , They thought the place could sanctify a sin ; Like those that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n would wink , While to excess on martyrs ' tombs they drink . And as devouter Turks first warn their souls To part 22 ASTREA REDUX .
... 'd in , They thought the place could sanctify a sin ; Like those that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n would wink , While to excess on martyrs ' tombs they drink . And as devouter Turks first warn their souls To part 22 ASTREA REDUX .
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... thought it fit To speed their ruin by their impious wit . Thus Sforza , curs'd with a too fertile brain , Lost by his wiles the pow'r his wit did gain . Henceforth their fougue must spend at lesser rate Than in its flames to wrap a ...
... thought it fit To speed their ruin by their impious wit . Thus Sforza , curs'd with a too fertile brain , Lost by his wiles the pow'r his wit did gain . Henceforth their fougue must spend at lesser rate Than in its flames to wrap a ...
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... thoughts of past delight , Those who had seen you court a second sight ; Preventing still your steps , and making haste To meet you often wheresoe'er you past . How shall I speak of that triumphant day , When you renew'd the ' expiring ...
... thoughts of past delight , Those who had seen you court a second sight ; Preventing still your steps , and making haste To meet you often wheresoe'er you past . How shall I speak of that triumphant day , When you renew'd the ' expiring ...
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... thoughts themselves in that blue empire please . Hither in summer evenings you repair To take the fraicheur of the purer air : Undaunted here you ride , when Winter raves , With Cæsar's heart , that rose above the waves . More I could ...
... thoughts themselves in that blue empire please . Hither in summer evenings you repair To take the fraicheur of the purer air : Undaunted here you ride , when Winter raves , With Cæsar's heart , that rose above the waves . More I could ...
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Page 27 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
Page 111 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires, My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Follow'd false lights, and, when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could fright my faith than Three in One...
Page 110 - Tis true she bounded by and tripped so light, They had not time to take a steady sight ; For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be loved needs only to be seen.
Page 16 - He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide...
Page 16 - Got, while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy ; In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the State; To compass this the triple bond he broke; The pillars of the public safety shook, And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke; Then, seiz'd with fear, yet still affecting fame, Usurp'da Patriot's all-atoning name.
Page 41 - ... fancy, or the variation, driving or moulding of that thought, as the judgment represents it proper to the subject; the third is Elocution, or the Art of clothing and adorning that thought so found and varied, in apt, significant and sounding words: the quickness of the Imagination is seen in the Invention, the fertility in the Fancy, and the accuracy in the Expression.
Page 9 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
Page 111 - But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight. O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd, And search no farther than thyself reveal'd; But her alone for my director take, Whom thou hast promised never to forsake!
Page 40 - Gull'd with a patriot's name, whose modern sense Is one that would by law supplant his prince; The people's brave, the politician's tool; Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Page 40 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all...