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... sound of so much Greek were not terri- fying to a nice reader . But some of the latter poets of the Pagan world have debased this divine gift ; and many of the writers of the first rank , in this our age of national Christians , have ...
... sound of so much Greek were not terri- fying to a nice reader . But some of the latter poets of the Pagan world have debased this divine gift ; and many of the writers of the first rank , in this our age of national Christians , have ...
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... sound , and number , were given with this de- sign , that they should be all ranged under the banner of the great malicious spirit , to invade the rights of Heaven , and to bring swift and everlast- ing destruction upon men ? How will ...
... sound , and number , were given with this de- sign , that they should be all ranged under the banner of the great malicious spirit , to invade the rights of Heaven , and to bring swift and everlast- ing destruction upon men ? How will ...
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... sound , render what I have written contemptible and useless . The Imitations of that noblest Latin poet of modern ages , Casimire Sarbiewski of Poland , would need no excuse , did they but arise to the beauty of the original . I have ...
... sound , render what I have written contemptible and useless . The Imitations of that noblest Latin poet of modern ages , Casimire Sarbiewski of Poland , would need no excuse , did they but arise to the beauty of the original . I have ...
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... sound : the reader is tired with the tedious uniformity , or charmed to sleep with the unmanly softness of the numbers , and the perpetual chime of even cadences . In the essays without rhyme , ' I have not set up Milton for a perfect ...
... sound : the reader is tired with the tedious uniformity , or charmed to sleep with the unmanly softness of the numbers , and the perpetual chime of even cadences . In the essays without rhyme , ' I have not set up Milton for a perfect ...
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... sound gives but false pleasure to the ear , and abuses the true relish , even when it works delight . There were some such judges of poesy among the , old Romans , and Martial ingeniously laughs at one of them that was pleased even to ...
... sound gives but false pleasure to the ear , and abuses the true relish , even when it works delight . There were some such judges of poesy among the , old Romans , and Martial ingeniously laughs at one of them that was pleased even to ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 23 Ezekiel Sanford Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1819 |
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Side 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Side 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Side 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Side 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Side 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Side 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Side 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.