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Strona 22
... face that wept before . With ease such fond chimeras we pursue , As fancy frames for fancy to subdue : But when ourselves to action we betake , It shuns the mint , like gold that chemists make . How hard was then his task , at once to ...
... face that wept before . With ease such fond chimeras we pursue , As fancy frames for fancy to subdue : But when ourselves to action we betake , It shuns the mint , like gold that chemists make . How hard was then his task , at once to ...
Strona 45
... face and antic gestures , at which we cannot forbear to laugh , be- cause it is a deviation from nature . But though the same images serve equally for the epic poesy , and for the historic and panegyric , which are branches of it , yet ...
... face and antic gestures , at which we cannot forbear to laugh , be- cause it is a deviation from nature . But though the same images serve equally for the epic poesy , and for the historic and panegyric , which are branches of it , yet ...
Strona 59
... face his ship to anchor brought , And , steeple - high , stood prop'd upon the main , At this excess of courage , all amaz'd , The foremost of his foes a while withdraw : With such respect in enter'd Rome they gaz'd , Who on high chairs ...
... face his ship to anchor brought , And , steeple - high , stood prop'd upon the main , At this excess of courage , all amaz'd , The foremost of his foes a while withdraw : With such respect in enter'd Rome they gaz'd , Who on high chairs ...
Strona 60
... face spake hope , while deep his sorrows flow . His wounded men he first sends off to shore , Never , till now , unwilling to obey : [ plore , They not their wounds , but want of strength de- And think them happy who with him can stay ...
... face spake hope , while deep his sorrows flow . His wounded men he first sends off to shore , Never , till now , unwilling to obey : [ plore , They not their wounds , but want of strength de- And think them happy who with him can stay ...
Strona 84
... face . More than his guards his sorrows made him known , And pious tears which down his cheeks did show'r : The wretched in his grief forgot their own ; So much the pity of a king has pow'r . He wept the flames of what he lov'd so well ...
... face . More than his guards his sorrows made him known , And pious tears which down his cheeks did show'r : The wretched in his grief forgot their own ; So much the pity of a king has pow'r . He wept the flames of what he lov'd so well ...
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Strona 27 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
Strona 111 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires, My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Follow'd false lights, and, when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could fright my faith than Three in One...
Strona 110 - Tis true she bounded by and tripped so light, They had not time to take a steady sight ; For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be loved needs only to be seen.
Strona 16 - He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide...
Strona 16 - Got, while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy ; In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the State; To compass this the triple bond he broke; The pillars of the public safety shook, And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke; Then, seiz'd with fear, yet still affecting fame, Usurp'da Patriot's all-atoning name.
Strona 41 - ... fancy, or the variation, driving or moulding of that thought, as the judgment represents it proper to the subject; the third is Elocution, or the Art of clothing and adorning that thought so found and varied, in apt, significant and sounding words: the quickness of the Imagination is seen in the Invention, the fertility in the Fancy, and the accuracy in the Expression.
Strona 9 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
Strona 111 - But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight. O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd, And search no farther than thyself reveal'd; But her alone for my director take, Whom thou hast promised never to forsake!
Strona 40 - Gull'd with a patriot's name, whose modern sense Is one that would by law supplant his prince; The people's brave, the politician's tool; Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Strona 40 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all...