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... fhall we say of this paffage ? --- Why , that it is most excellent sense , but just as poetical as the " Qui fit " Mæcenas " of the author who recom- mends this method of trial . Take ten lines of the Iliad , Paradife Loft , or even of ...
... fhall we say of this paffage ? --- Why , that it is most excellent sense , but just as poetical as the " Qui fit " Mæcenas " of the author who recom- mends this method of trial . Take ten lines of the Iliad , Paradife Loft , or even of ...
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... fhall nei- ther cenfure nor commend , without alleging the reafon on which my opinion is founded , I fhall be entirely unmoved at the impu- tation of malignity , or the clamours of po- pular prejudice . IT is fomewhat ftrange , that in ...
... fhall nei- ther cenfure nor commend , without alleging the reafon on which my opinion is founded , I fhall be entirely unmoved at the impu- tation of malignity , or the clamours of po- pular prejudice . IT is fomewhat ftrange , that in ...
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... fhall cover thee : " the DROMEDARIES of Median and Ephah : " all they from Sheba fhall come : they " fhall bring gold and incenfe , and they " fhall fhew forth the praises of the Lord . " All the FLOCKS of Kedar fhall be ga- " thered ...
... fhall cover thee : " the DROMEDARIES of Median and Ephah : " all they from Sheba fhall come : they " fhall bring gold and incenfe , and they " fhall fhew forth the praises of the Lord . " All the FLOCKS of Kedar fhall be ga- " thered ...
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... fhall , in order to preserve impartiality , produce another from Milton , in which I think him inferior to the laft quoted paffage , except perhaps in the third line ; first remarking that both authors are much indebted to Spenfert ...
... fhall , in order to preserve impartiality , produce another from Milton , in which I think him inferior to the laft quoted paffage , except perhaps in the third line ; first remarking that both authors are much indebted to Spenfert ...
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... fhall the most " distant nations croud into my port : " a poet fets before your eyes " the fhips of uncouth form , " that shall arrive in the Thames * ; And feather'd people croud my wealthy fide ; And naked youths , and painted chiefs ...
... fhall the most " distant nations croud into my port : " a poet fets before your eyes " the fhips of uncouth form , " that shall arrive in the Thames * ; And feather'd people croud my wealthy fide ; And naked youths , and painted chiefs ...
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Page 40 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 225 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 310 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 314 - Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize, With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Page 134 - ... faces to make one excellent. Such personages, I think, would please nobody but the painter that made them ; not but I think a painter may make a better face than ever was ; but he must do it by a kind of felicity, (as a musician that maketh an excellent air in music,) and not by rule.
Page 38 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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Page 97 - The Art of Criticism, which was published some months since, and is a master-piece in its kind. The observations follow one another like those in Horace's Art of Poetry, without that methodical regularity which would have been requisite in a prose author.
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