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Página 32 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Página 6 - Pope, whom I tried in this way, — I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished (I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, harmony, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man, and us of the Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace then, and Claudian now, among us ; and if I had to begin again, I would mould myself accordingly.
Página 22 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Página 30 - Show'd us that France had something to admire. Not but the Tragic spirit was our own, And full in Shakespear, fair in Otway shone: But Otway fail'd to polish or refine, And fluent Shakespear scarce effac'da line.
Página 21 - Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you; Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Página 9 - You say that one half* is very good : you are wrong; for, if it were, it would be the finest poem in existence. Where is the poetry of which one half is good ? is it the jEneid? is it Milton's ? is it Dry den's ? is it any one's except Pope's and Goldsmith's, of which all is good ? and yet these two last are the poets your pond poets would explode.
Página 5 - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us — Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
Página 12 - Excursion." If you search for passion, where is it to be found stronger than in the epistle from Eloisa to...