The Canons of Criticism, and Glossary: The Trial of the Letter [upsilon], Alias Y, and Sonnets

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C. Bathurst, 1758 - English language - 338 pages
 

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Page 116 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 39 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 146 - I'll take them, and there lie; And in that glorious supposition think He gains by death that hath such means to die.
Page 226 - And to prove it to sense, let any one read 'aloud an hundred lines in any other play, and an hundred in this, and, if he per'ceives not the tone and cadence of his own voice to be involuntarily altered in the 'latter case from what it was in the former, I would never...
Page 281 - Or thirst of wealth, thee from her banks divide: Reflect how calmly, like her infant wave, Flows the clear current of a private life: See the wide public stream, by tempests tost, Of every changing wind the sport or slave; Soil'd with corruption; vex'd with party strife; Cover'd with wrecks of peace and honor lost" Cambridge followed Edwards' advice and his own deep inclinations.
Page 73 - And bears his blufhing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a froft, a killing froft ; And, — when he thinks, good eafy man, full furely His greatnefs is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that fwim on bladders, This many fummers in a fea of glory ; But far beyond my depth...
Page 288 - Who fack'd thy Towns, and Caftles difarray'd : No longer now with idle forrow mourn Thy plunder'd wealth, or liberties reftrain'd, Nor deem their...
Page 252 - Lycidas : But that two-handed engin at the door Stands ready to fmite once, and fmite no more. *' Thefe are the laft words of Peter, predicting < God's vengeance on his Church by his miniltry. " The making him the minifter, is in imitation of ** the Italian Poets; who in their fatiric pieces " againft the Church, always make Peter the mi

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