An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...R. and J. Dodsley, 1762 |
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... also made weak as we ? art thou made like unto us ? Is thy pride dashed down to Orcus , the noife of thy harps ? The worm is ftrewn under thee , the earth - worm is thy covering ! The Jews are again reprefented fpeaking : they most ...
... also made weak as we ? art thou made like unto us ? Is thy pride dashed down to Orcus , the noife of thy harps ? The worm is ftrewn under thee , the earth - worm is thy covering ! The Jews are again reprefented fpeaking : they most ...
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... cloudy day . * In this light also his poem on the Ruins of Rome deferves . a perufal . Dodfley's Miscell . vol . i . pag . 78 , ་ F 2 THE ! THE unexpected infertion of fuch reflec- tions , imparts to AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 35.
... cloudy day . * In this light also his poem on the Ruins of Rome deferves . a perufal . Dodfley's Miscell . vol . i . pag . 78 , ་ F 2 THE ! THE unexpected infertion of fuch reflec- tions , imparts to AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 35.
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... also of the defcriptive kind ; but the objects of it's de- fcription are great , and striking to the imagi- pation ; the falfe deities of the Heathen for- faking their temples on the birth of our faviour ; faking 36 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS ...
... also of the defcriptive kind ; but the objects of it's de- fcription are great , and striking to the imagi- pation ; the falfe deities of the Heathen for- faking their temples on the birth of our faviour ; faking 36 ESSAY ON THE GENIUS ...
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... also having described a caravan loft and overwhelmed in one of thofe whirlwinds that fo frequently agitate and lift up the whole fands of the defart , he finishes his picture by adding that , In Cairo's crouded ftreets * , Th'impatient ...
... also having described a caravan loft and overwhelmed in one of thofe whirlwinds that fo frequently agitate and lift up the whole fands of the defart , he finishes his picture by adding that , In Cairo's crouded ftreets * , Th'impatient ...
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... also pensively stood , and liftened at midnight to the dashing of the waters , occafioned by throwing the dead bodies into the fea ; Heard , nightly , plung'd into the fullen waves , The frequent corse * . A minute and particular ...
... also pensively stood , and liftened at midnight to the dashing of the waters , occafioned by throwing the dead bodies into the fea ; Heard , nightly , plung'd into the fullen waves , The frequent corse * . A minute and particular ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 40 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Página 225 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 310 - 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...
Página 314 - Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize, With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Página 134 - ... faces to make one excellent. Such personages, I think, would please nobody but the painter that made them ; not but I think a painter may make a better face than ever was ; but he must do it by a kind of felicity, (as a musician that maketh an excellent air in music,) and not by rule.
Página 38 - The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 13 - See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend...
Página 184 - 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.
Página 97 - The Art of Criticism, which was published some months since, and is a master-piece in its kind. The observations follow one another like those in Horace's Art of Poetry, without that methodical regularity which would have been requisite in a prose author.
Página 153 - 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...