An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Pope, Volume 1M. Cooper, 1756 |
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... alfo made weak as we ? art thou made like unto us ? Is thy pride dashed down to Orcus , the noise of thy harps ? The worm is ftrewn under thee , the earth - worm is thy covering ! The Jews are again reprefented fpeaking : they most ...
... alfo made weak as we ? art thou made like unto us ? Is thy pride dashed down to Orcus , the noise 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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... alfo is finely imagined , The figur'd streams in waves of filver roll'd , And on their banks Augufta rose in gold . He has with exquifite skill felected only those rivers as attendants of Thames , who are his fubjects , his tributaries ...
... alfo is finely imagined , The figur'd streams in waves of filver roll'd , And on their banks Augufta rose in gold . He has with exquifite skill felected only those rivers as attendants of Thames , who are his fubjects , his tributaries ...
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... MUSE . In this light alfo his poem on the Ruins of Rome deferves a perufal . Dodfley's Miscell . Vol . 1. Pag . 78 . IT may be observed in general , that def- cription IT 36 ESSAY ON THE WRITINGS Thus fhe dreffes green ...
... MUSE . In this light alfo his poem on the Ruins of Rome deferves a perufal . Dodfley's Miscell . Vol . 1. Pag . 78 . IT may be observed in general , that def- cription IT 36 ESSAY ON THE WRITINGS Thus fhe dreffes green ...
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... alfo of the defcriptive kind ; but the objects of his description are great , and striking to the imagination ; the falfe gods and goddeffes of the Heathen forfaking their temples on the birth of our faviour , divina- tion and oracles ...
... alfo of the defcriptive kind ; but the objects of his description are great , and striking to the imagination ; the falfe gods and goddeffes of the Heathen forfaking their temples on the birth of our faviour , divina- tion and oracles ...
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... alfo with the following image , which is fo ftrongly conceived , that methinks I fee at this instant the dæmon it represents ; And fullen Moloch fled Hath left in fhadows dread , His burning idol all of blackest hue In vain with cimbals ...
... alfo with the following image , which is fo ftrongly conceived , that methinks I fee at this instant the dæmon it represents ; And fullen Moloch fled Hath left in fhadows dread , His burning idol all of blackest hue In vain with cimbals ...
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Abelard Addiſon alfo almoſt alſo ancient beautiful becauſe beſt Boileau cauſe character circumſtances cloſe compofition Corneille criticiſm defcribed defign deſcription Domenichino Dryden Eclogue Effay elegant Eloifa Engliſh EPISTLE eſpecially Euripides excellent expreffed expreffion exquifite faid fame fatire fays feem fentiments fhall firft firſt fome fpecies ftory ftrokes fubject fublime fuch fufficient genius greateſt himſelf hiſtory Iliad images imagination inferted inftance itſelf Jane Shore juſt laft laſt Milton moft moſt mufic muſt nature numbers obfervations occafion Ovid paffage paffion pathetic perfon Petrarch pieces Pindar pleaſed pleaſure poefy poem poet poetical poetry POPE praiſes preſent profe publiſhed quæ Quintilian Racine raiſed reaſon remarkable repreſent reſemblance reſpect ſay ſcene ſeems ſeveral ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome Sophocles ſpeak ſpirit ſtage ſtanza ſtate ſtory ſtriking ſuch taſte thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe tion tragedy tranflation uſed verfe verſes Virgil Voltaire whofe whoſe writing
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Page 175 - 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.
Page 144 - 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...
Page 81 - 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?
Page 152 - Durfey's Tales. With him most authors steal their works, or buy ; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Name a new play, and he's the poet's friend ; Nay, show'd his faults — but when would poets mend? No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's churchyard: Nay, fly to altars ; there they'll talk you dead ; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Page 131 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
Page 319 - May one kind grave unite each hapless name, And graft my love immortal on thy fame. Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er...
Page 299 - 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...
Page 41 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Page 126 - Some figures monstrous and mis-shap'd appear, Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. A prudent chief not always must display 175 His pow'rs, in equal ranks, and fair array, But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Page 295 - Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! .-• Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.