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... simplicity together with the quaintnesses of a great poet , he became more natural , and really touched his subject with a more original freshness , than when he had his style to himself . 3 But ever since Pope spoil'd the ears of the ...
... simplicity together with the quaintnesses of a great poet , he became more natural , and really touched his subject with a more original freshness , than when he had his style to himself . 3 But ever since Pope spoil'd the ears of the ...
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... simplicity of the original , is at least , for spirit as well as closeness , much above the mouthing nonentities which have been palmed upon us of late years for that wonderful poet . But Dante , to say nothing of his demands upon a ...
... simplicity of the original , is at least , for spirit as well as closeness , much above the mouthing nonentities which have been palmed upon us of late years for that wonderful poet . But Dante , to say nothing of his demands upon a ...
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... simplicity , but the simplicity of the speaker himself ; we want an unaffected , contemporaneous language , such as our ears and our hearts shall equally recognize , and such as our own feelings would utter , were they as eloquent as ...
... simplicity , but the simplicity of the speaker himself ; we want an unaffected , contemporaneous language , such as our ears and our hearts shall equally recognize , and such as our own feelings would utter , were they as eloquent as ...
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... simplicity about the mili- tary character of the Field Marshal , worthy of the great cause to which his sword made an opening . The original line therefore , such as it is , stands against myself , and not against the noble brothers ...
... simplicity about the mili- tary character of the Field Marshal , worthy of the great cause to which his sword made an opening . The original line therefore , such as it is , stands against myself , and not against the noble brothers ...
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... . What he wants in the gross , is a natural strength of thinking , and in the particular , a real style of his own ; for as his simplicity is more a thing of words than of thoughts , he naturally borrows his FEAST OF THE POETS . 81.
... . What he wants in the gross , is a natural strength of thinking , and in the particular , a real style of his own ; for as his simplicity is more a thing of words than of thoughts , he naturally borrows his FEAST OF THE POETS . 81.
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Page 111 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 33 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 97 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Page 33 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Page 111 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 111 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 34 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 97 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Page 33 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 4 - The brow all of wisdom, and lips all of love; For though he was blooming, and oval of cheek, And youth down his shoulders went smoothing and sleek, Yet his look with the reach of past ages was wise, And the soul of eternity thought through his eyes.