The Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Prose and Verse, Tom 1

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John Sharpe, 1809
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Strona xxviii - ... a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.
Strona 161 - For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered is best: For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Strona xxxi - What they wanted however of the sublime, they endeavoured to supply by hyperbole ; their amplification had no limits ; they left not only reason but fancy behind them ; and produced combinations of confused magnificence, that not only could not be credited, but could not be imagined.
Strona xxviii - If by a more noble and more adequate conception, that be considered as wit which is at once natural and new, that which, though not obvious, is, upon its first production, acknowledged to be just...
Strona lxxxvii - His spear, — to equal which, the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Strona 57 - The ribands, jewels, and the rings, The lace, the paint and warlike things That make up all their magazines; If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts, The letters, embassies and spies, The frowns, and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries Numberless, nameless...
Strona xxxix - On a round ball A workman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afric, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, all, So doth each tear, Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world by that impression grow, Till thy tears mixt with mine do overflow This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
Strona xxvii - If the father of criticism has rightly denominated poetry' T£Xvrl (ii(iT)TixT) an imitative art, these writers will, without great wrong, lose their right to the name of poets, for they cannot be said to have imitated any thing; they neither copied nature nor life; neither painted the forms of matter, nor represented the operations of intellect.
Strona 142 - The sun's gilt tent for ever move, And still as thou in pomp dost go The shining pageants of the world attend thy show. Nor amidst all these triumphs dost thou scorn The humble glow-worms to adorn, And with those living spangles gild (O greatness without pride !) the bushes of the field. Night, and her ugly subjects thou dost fright, And sleep, the lazy owl of night ; Ashamed and fearful to appear They screen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere.
Strona xxxii - This kind of writing, which was, I believe, borrowed from Marino and his followers, had been recommended by the example of Donne, a man of a very extensive and various knowledge; and by Jonson, whose manner resembled that of Donne more in the ruggedness of his lines than in the cast of his sentiments.

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