Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. III.John Bell, 1789 - Всего страниц: 184 |
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... delight instruct the listening crowd , An ancient Poet ( Time has lost his name ) Deliver'd strains on Verse to future fame . Still , as he sung , he touch'd the trembling lyre , And felt the notes a rising warmth inspire . Ye ...
... delight instruct the listening crowd , An ancient Poet ( Time has lost his name ) Deliver'd strains on Verse to future fame . Still , as he sung , he touch'd the trembling lyre , And felt the notes a rising warmth inspire . Ye ...
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... delights , The dazzled eyes , the ravish'd ears are caught , The panting heart unites to purer thought , And grateful shiverings wander o'er the skin , And wondrous ecstasies arise within , Whence admiration overflows the mind , And ...
... delights , The dazzled eyes , the ravish'd ears are caught , The panting heart unites to purer thought , And grateful shiverings wander o'er the skin , And wondrous ecstasies arise within , Whence admiration overflows the mind , And ...
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... delight . But , whilst I follow where your pointed beams My course directing shoot in golden streams , The bright appearance dazzles Fancy's eyes , And weary'd - out the fix'd Attention lies ; Enough , my Verses , have you work'd my ...
... delight . But , whilst I follow where your pointed beams My course directing shoot in golden streams , The bright appearance dazzles Fancy's eyes , And weary'd - out the fix'd Attention lies ; Enough , my Verses , have you work'd my ...
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... delight ; I've seen his eyes with crowding spirits shine , And round his hilt his hand unthinking twine . When from the shore the fickle Trojan flies , And in sweet measures poor Eliza dies , I've seen the book forsake the virgin's hand ...
... delight ; I've seen his eyes with crowding spirits shine , And round his hilt his hand unthinking twine . When from the shore the fickle Trojan flies , And in sweet measures poor Eliza dies , I've seen the book forsake the virgin's hand ...
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... delight , O ! born to genius , lo the Muses write ; ' Tis yours , my Lord , to bid each art excell , And smile on merit which you grace so well ; To make mankind a nobler Broghill see , And find their long - lost Halifax in thee ; Few ...
... delight , O ! born to genius , lo the Muses write ; ' Tis yours , my Lord , to bid each art excell , And smile on merit which you grace so well ; To make mankind a nobler Broghill see , And find their long - lost Halifax in thee ; Few ...
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Стр. 172 - ... and a dry, drolling, or laughing levity took such full possession of him, that I can only refer the idea of him to your imagination. In some of his low characters, that became it, he had a shuffling shamble in his gait, with so contented an ignorance in his aspect and an awkward absurdity in his gesture, that had you not known him, you could not have believed that naturally he could have had a grain of common sense.
Стр. 113 - He who in earnest studies o'er his part Will find true nature cling about his heart. The modes of grief are not included all In the white handkerchief and mournful drawl : A single look more marks the internal woe Than all the windings of the lengthened...
Стр. 112 - In vain for them the pleasing measure flows, Whose recitation runs it all to prose ; Repeating what the poet sets not down, The verb disjointing from its favorite noun ; While pause, and break, and repetition join To make a discord in each tuneful line. Some placid natures fill the allotted scene With lifeless drawls, insipid and serene ; While others thunder every couplet o'er And almost crack your ears with rant and roar.
Стр. 173 - mild and affable in private life, of gentle manners, and very engaging in conversation. He was an excellent scholar, and an easy natural poet. His peculiar excellence was the dressing up an old thought in a new, neat, and trim manner. He was contented to scamper round the foot of Parnassus on his little Welsh poney, which seems never to have tired.
Стр. 112 - Some o'er the tongue the labored measures roll, Slow and deliberate as the parting toll : Point every stop, mark every pause so strong, Their words, like, stage processions, stalk along. All affectation but creates disgust, And e'en in speaking we may seem too just. In vain for them...
Стр. 177 - I hate life, when I think it exposed to such accidents ; and to see so many thousand wretches burdening the earth, while such as her die, makes me think God did never intend life for a blessing.
Стр. 111 - Tis not enough the voice be sound and clear, 'Tis modulation that must charm the ear. When desperate heroines grieve with tedious moan, And whine...
Стр. 13 - By these the beauteous similes reside, In look more open, in design ally'd, Who, fond of likeness, from another's face Bring every feature's corresponding grace, With near approaches in expression flow, And take the turn their pattern loves to show; As in a glass the shadows meet the fair, And dress and practice with resembling air. Thus Truth by pleasure doth her aim pursue, Looks bright, and fixes on the doubled view.
Стр. 51 - Yet both your fancy and your Hands are bound, And by Improving what was writ Before, Invention Labours Less, but Judgment more. The Soil intended for Pierian seeds Must be well purg'd from rank Pedantick Weeds. Apollo starts, and all Parnassus shakes, At the rude Rumbling Baralipton makes.
Стр. 115 - To purge the passions, and reform the mind, To give to Nature all the force of art, And while it charms the ear to mend the heart.