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... Pope . This distinction will be more fully illustrated further on , under the head Classic Metres . Besides rhythm , the essential difference , there are certain other variations , which are occasionally made use of as embellishments ...
... Pope . This distinction will be more fully illustrated further on , under the head Classic Metres . Besides rhythm , the essential difference , there are certain other variations , which are occasionally made use of as embellishments ...
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... Pope . Parallelism consists in repeating in the second line , with some slight modification , the thought expressed in the first . It is the chief characteristic of Hebrew poetry , and is but rarely employed in English ; e . g . Tell it ...
... Pope . Parallelism consists in repeating in the second line , with some slight modification , the thought expressed in the first . It is the chief characteristic of Hebrew poetry , and is but rarely employed in English ; e . g . Tell it ...
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... Pope's Windsor Forest , Goldsmith's Traveller and Deserted Village , & c . Perhaps the finest specimens in the language are Milton's L'Allegro and Il Penseroso . Pastoral is a species of Descriptive poetry . It consists of descriptions ...
... Pope's Windsor Forest , Goldsmith's Traveller and Deserted Village , & c . Perhaps the finest specimens in the language are Milton's L'Allegro and Il Penseroso . Pastoral is a species of Descriptive poetry . It consists of descriptions ...
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... Pope , Butler , Dean Swift , Burns , and Tom Hood are our most famous satirical poets . Pope's Dunciad and Hood's Ode to Rae Wilson may be taken as fine , though widely differing , specimens . ( 6 ) The Sonnet . — This is a short poem ...
... Pope , Butler , Dean Swift , Burns , and Tom Hood are our most famous satirical poets . Pope's Dunciad and Hood's Ode to Rae Wilson may be taken as fine , though widely differing , specimens . ( 6 ) The Sonnet . — This is a short poem ...
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... Pope . On an M.P. who wrote a severe Critique on the Pleasures of Memory . They say he has no heart , but I deny it ; He has a heart - and gets his speeches by it . Rogers . The Epitaph , like the epigram , is short and pointed , and it ...
... Pope . On an M.P. who wrote a severe Critique on the Pleasures of Memory . They say he has no heart , but I deny it ; He has a heart - and gets his speeches by it . Rogers . The Epitaph , like the epigram , is short and pointed , and it ...
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Page 36 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 34 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face...
Page 60 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 70 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Page 61 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 49 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart...
Page 61 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder.
Page 50 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 13 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 13 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him, — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away.