Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - 212 sider |
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Side viii
... supposed he clearly com- prehended , let the preceptor call to mind some of the passages of poetry which he learned by rote in his child- hood , let him recollect his own childish mistakes and misapprehensions , let him question his ...
... supposed he clearly com- prehended , let the preceptor call to mind some of the passages of poetry which he learned by rote in his child- hood , let him recollect his own childish mistakes and misapprehensions , let him question his ...
Side xvi
... supposed degeneracy of the human powers is in reality only the effect of timidity on the one hand , and tyranny on the other . The artist and the writer are compelled by the habits of public taste , or think them- selves compelled to ...
... supposed degeneracy of the human powers is in reality only the effect of timidity on the one hand , and tyranny on the other . The artist and the writer are compelled by the habits of public taste , or think them- selves compelled to ...
Side 2
... supposed by the Greeks and Ro- mans to be nine in number , and to pre- side over different sciences and diffe- rent sorts of learning . Thus one Muse presided over astronomy - another over warlike poetry - another over history -another ...
... supposed by the Greeks and Ro- mans to be nine in number , and to pre- side over different sciences and diffe- rent sorts of learning . Thus one Muse presided over astronomy - another over warlike poetry - another over history -another ...
Side 33
... supposed to mock the wretch who is rendered in- famous - this personification is perhaps too bold . Remorse . Is the sorrow , despair , and terror which the guilty feel when they reflect upon their crimes ; particularly when the ...
... supposed to mock the wretch who is rendered in- famous - this personification is perhaps too bold . Remorse . Is the sorrow , despair , and terror which the guilty feel when they reflect upon their crimes ; particularly when the ...
Side 40
... power to do superna- tural things , or things out of the com- mon course of nature , and which no other men can perform . These persons were called magicians or sorcerers ; and it was supposed that they were as- sisted by 40 ODE TO FANCY .
... power to do superna- tural things , or things out of the com- mon course of nature , and which no other men can perform . These persons were called magicians or sorcerers ; and it was supposed that they were as- sisted by 40 ODE TO FANCY .
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Adversity alludes ancient appear armour Bard beautiful blush breast breathe caduceus called charms chil clouds colours creature crested crown despair Doctor Johnson dress earth Edgeworth Edward Enfield's Speaker ETON COLLEGE expression fair Fancy fate feel fire fury Gales give glory Goddess Gorgon grace head heaven Hesiod Homer house of York imagination imitation invention Johnson Jove judgement lance Latin lines lyre MARIA EDGEWORTH means merates Milton mind morn Muses nymphs o'er OVID pain Pandora Paradise Paradise Lost Parnel parody passage passion persons pleasing pleasure Plinlimmon poem poet poetical poetry praise Prometheus pupils purple quaternion queen rapture reign RICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH rise rock Ross round sense sentence shew sire smiles solemn song soul sound species stars sublime supposed sweet taste thee thing thou tion vale Venus verse Virtue wandering fires wave weave winding wings word young readers youth
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 186 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.