Advice in the Pursuits of Literature, Containing Historical, Biographical, and Critical RemarksJ.K, Porter, 1841 - 296 sider |
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... their minds , they will never come to maturity ; there will be an infancy about them even in old age , while an hour or two in a day will keep them bright , increase their stock of knowledge , and give a finish to 2 9.
... their minds , they will never come to maturity ; there will be an infancy about them even in old age , while an hour or two in a day will keep them bright , increase their stock of knowledge , and give a finish to 2 9.
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... never wrote , and therefore he should not be answer- able for them . The great talents of Dryden and Pope , in their versions of Chaucer , have , it must be confessed , given him some new charms ; but at the same time , we must say ...
... never wrote , and therefore he should not be answer- able for them . The great talents of Dryden and Pope , in their versions of Chaucer , have , it must be confessed , given him some new charms ; but at the same time , we must say ...
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... never found his republic , yet he left thoughts that are imperishable , embalmed in words of taste and beauty . Wilson , the rhetorician , deserves to be remembered among the sturdy advocates of English literature . He lived in several ...
... never found his republic , yet he left thoughts that are imperishable , embalmed in words of taste and beauty . Wilson , the rhetorician , deserves to be remembered among the sturdy advocates of English literature . He lived in several ...
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... never desire a change ? " Wilson's rules for composition are good and sound . He abhors all affectation in composition . He calls on writers to take every thing , old and new , for the pur- poses of excitement , illustration , and ...
... never desire a change ? " Wilson's rules for composition are good and sound . He abhors all affectation in composition . He calls on writers to take every thing , old and new , for the pur- poses of excitement , illustration , and ...
Side 33
... never make a literary people of us . This great object can only be effected by enlightening the community at large . There were no great artists in Greece or Italy until a good taste was generally dif- fused among them . To bring us to ...
... never make a literary people of us . This great object can only be effected by enlightening the community at large . There were no great artists in Greece or Italy until a good taste was generally dif- fused among them . To bring us to ...
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admired Amphipolis ancient Arymbas bard beauty born breast breath Cersobleptes character charm Chaucer Comus dark death deeds deep delight didst divine Dryden DUNCIAD earth elegant eloquence England English language English literature English poetry enterprize eyes fame fear feeling fiction fire gave genius glory grave Greece Greeks hand haste hath heart heaven Henry VII Homer honor human Iliad king knowledge labors Lake poets language laws learning letters light literary lived mankind master mighty mind moral muse nations nature never night o'er odes passion Phemius philosopher poem poet poetry political Pope praise prose racter reign Roman Rome satire scholar sentiment Shakspeare Sir William Jones song soon soul sound spirit starless night sweet talents taste tears thee thine things Thomas Warton thou thought tion truth verse virtue wild writers wrote youth
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Side 250 - 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.
Side 48 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Side 255 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf. Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design, Moves like a ghost.
Side 67 - He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. GRAND CHORUS. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of tke vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store. Enlarged the former narrow bounds. And added length to solemn sounds. With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide th-e, crown...
Side 59 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
Side 67 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Side 60 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
Side 167 - Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
Side 62 - I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots. Their port was more than human as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Side 155 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.