The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... d by need ; And have at least the precedent to plead : The critic else proceeds without remorse , Seizes your fame , and puts his laws in force . I know there are , to whose presumptuous thoughts Those 10 ESSAY ON CRITICISM .
... d by need ; And have at least the precedent to plead : The critic else proceeds without remorse , Seizes your fame , and puts his laws in force . I know there are , to whose presumptuous thoughts Those 10 ESSAY ON CRITICISM .
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Including Translations ... I know there are , to whose presumptuous thoughts Those freer beauties , e'en in them seem faults . Some figures monstrous and misshaped appear , Consider'd singly , or beheld too near , Which but proportion'd ...
Including Translations ... I know there are , to whose presumptuous thoughts Those freer beauties , e'en in them seem faults . Some figures monstrous and misshaped appear , Consider'd singly , or beheld too near , Which but proportion'd ...
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... thought , but ne'er so well express'd ; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find , That gives us back the image of our mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit : For works ...
... thought , but ne'er so well express'd ; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find , That gives us back the image of our mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit : For works ...
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... only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought , A needless Alexandrine ends the song , That , like a wounded snake , drags its slow length along . Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes , and 16 ESSAY ON CRITICISM .
... only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought , A needless Alexandrine ends the song , That , like a wounded snake , drags its slow length along . Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes , and 16 ESSAY ON CRITICISM .
Стр. 18
... ! Before his sacred name flies every fault , And each exalted stanza teems with thought ! The vulgar thus through imitation err ; As oft the learn'd , by being singular ; So much they scorn the crowd , that if the 18 ESSAY ON CRITICISM .
... ! Before his sacred name flies every fault , And each exalted stanza teems with thought ! The vulgar thus through imitation err ; As oft the learn'd , by being singular ; So much they scorn the crowd , that if the 18 ESSAY ON CRITICISM .
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Стр. 32 - 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.
Стр. 6 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Стр. 17 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Стр. 218 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came...
Стр. 126 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Стр. 8 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature! still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides : In some fair body thus th...
Стр. 38 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green : Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood ? The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line : In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
Стр. 34 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Стр. 63 - Some are and must be greater than the rest, More rich, more wise: but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Стр. 16 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.