An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Pope, Volume 1M. Cooper, 1756 |
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... expreffed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of Bruyere in PROSE ; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION ...
... expreffed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of Bruyere in PROSE ; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION ...
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... expreffed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of Bruyere in PROSE ; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION ...
... expreffed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of Bruyere in PROSE ; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION ...
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... expreffed with the utmoft elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of Bruyere in PROSE ; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION ...
... expreffed with the utmoft elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not POETRY ; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME , are no more poetical , than the CHARACTERS of Bruyere in PROSE ; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION ...
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... expreffed with a beautiful brevity and ab- ruptnefs , fuitable to the nature of the ode ; Hark ! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries , Ah ! fee he dies ! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung . Where instead of fung , Virgil fays ...
... expreffed with a beautiful brevity and ab- ruptnefs , fuitable to the nature of the ode ; Hark ! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries , Ah ! fee he dies ! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung . Where instead of fung , Virgil fays ...
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... expreffed all the greater paffi- ons , and as the tranfitions from one to the other are fudden and impetuous . Of which we feel the effects , in the pathetic defcription of the fall of Darius , that immediately fucceeds the joyous ...
... expreffed all the greater paffi- ons , and as the tranfitions from one to the other are fudden and impetuous . Of which we feel the effects , in the pathetic defcription of the fall of Darius , that immediately fucceeds the joyous ...
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Page 175 - But see! each Muse, in Leo's golden days, Starts from her trance, and trims her wither'd bays! Rome's ancient Genius, o'er its ruins spread, Shakes off the dust, and rears his rev'rend head. Then Sculpture and her sister-arts revive; Stones leap'd to form, and rocks began to live; With sweeter notes each rising Temple rung; A Raphael painted, and a Vida sung.
Page 144 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light ; When mellowing years their full perfection give( And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away...
Page 81 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 152 - Durfey's Tales. With him most authors steal their works, or buy ; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Name a new play, and he's the poet's friend ; Nay, show'd his faults — but when would poets mend? No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's churchyard: Nay, fly to altars ; there they'll talk you dead ; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Page 131 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
Page 319 - May one kind grave unite each hapless name, And graft my love immortal on thy fame. Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er...
Page 299 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 41 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Page 126 - Some figures monstrous and mis-shap'd appear, Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. A prudent chief not always must display 175 His pow'rs, in equal ranks, and fair array, But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Page 295 - Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! .-• Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.