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I dare not say any thing of the Essay on Cri• ticism in verse ; but if any more
curious reader ' has discovered in it something new , which is not in Dryden ' s
Prefaces , Dedications , and his Essay " on Dramatic Poetry , not to mention the
French ...
I dare not say any thing of the Essay on Cri• ticism in verse ; but if any more
curious reader ' has discovered in it something new , which is not in Dryden ' s
Prefaces , Dedications , and his Essay " on Dramatic Poetry , not to mention the
French ...
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He then produces some instances of a particular beauty in the Numbers , and
concludes with saying , that • There are three poems in our tongue of the same
nature , and each a masterpiece in its kind ; the Essay on Translated Verse , the ...
He then produces some instances of a particular beauty in the Numbers , and
concludes with saying , that • There are three poems in our tongue of the same
nature , and each a masterpiece in its kind ; the Essay on Translated Verse , the ...
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OLDMIXON , in his fore - mentioned Essay , frequently commends the same . And
the painful MR . LEWIS THE OBALD thus extols itt : ' The spirit of Homer breathes
all through this Translation . - I am in doubt whether I should most admire the ...
OLDMIXON , in his fore - mentioned Essay , frequently commends the same . And
the painful MR . LEWIS THE OBALD thus extols itt : ' The spirit of Homer breathes
all through this Translation . - I am in doubt whether I should most admire the ...
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And . MR , LEONARD WELSTED thus wrote * the unknown author , on the first
pub . lication of the said essay ; ' I must own , after the reception which the vilest
and most immoral ribaldry hath lately met with , I was surprised to • see what I
had ...
And . MR , LEONARD WELSTED thus wrote * the unknown author , on the first
pub . lication of the said essay ; ' I must own , after the reception which the vilest
and most immoral ribaldry hath lately met with , I was surprised to • see what I
had ...
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Then * * essay ' d ; scarce vanish ' d out of sight , 293 He buoys up instant , and
returns to light ; He bears no tokens of the sabler streams , And mounts får off
among the swans of Thames . REMARKS . Key , p . 13 . He writ dramatic works ,
and ...
Then * * essay ' d ; scarce vanish ' d out of sight , 293 He buoys up instant , and
returns to light ; He bears no tokens of the sabler streams , And mounts får off
among the swans of Thames . REMARKS . Key , p . 13 . He writ dramatic works ,
and ...
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Página 134 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 127 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Página 134 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Página 133 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Página 138 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 128 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Página 38 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Página 127 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 131 - 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?
Página 172 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.