Works, Volumul 2Pickering, 1835 |
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Pagina viii
... head , whatever it may be in prose ; for I do not pretend to write prose . " " It cannot , however , be intended , that this account should be received without consider- able limitations ; as there exist sufficient proofs in the ...
... head , whatever it may be in prose ; for I do not pretend to write prose . " " It cannot , however , be intended , that this account should be received without consider- able limitations ; as there exist sufficient proofs in the ...
Pagina xcv
... head - ache , and that a drum was the cure . Du Bos gives a singular reason why dramas , in which kings and queens are repre- sented , cannot be taken from modern times ; because the Sovereign Houses in our days , are so connected by ...
... head - ache , and that a drum was the cure . Du Bos gives a singular reason why dramas , in which kings and queens are repre- sented , cannot be taken from modern times ; because the Sovereign Houses in our days , are so connected by ...
Pagina civ
... head , Dread goddess , lay thy chast'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Not circled with the vengeful band ” → what single epithet , what attribute could the poet have given to Terror , which could have produced an effect ...
... head , Dread goddess , lay thy chast'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Not circled with the vengeful band ” → what single epithet , what attribute could the poet have given to Terror , which could have produced an effect ...
Pagina cvi
... head filled by long reading and observing , with elegant maxims and copious invention . " * It will hardly be necessary , after what I have said , to take notice of the opinions of those , who think the fame of the poet lessened as the ...
... head filled by long reading and observing , with elegant maxims and copious invention . " * It will hardly be necessary , after what I have said , to take notice of the opinions of those , who think the fame of the poet lessened as the ...
Pagina 4
... head , as you have a little pique to him . I send you my translation * which I did not engage in because I liked that part of the Poem , nor do I now send it to you because I think it deserves it , but merely to shew you how I mispend ...
... head , as you have a little pique to him . I send you my translation * which I did not engage in because I liked that part of the Poem , nor do I now send it to you because I think it deserves it , but merely to shew you how I mispend ...
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Pagina lv - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen are showers of violets found; The red-breast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Pagina c - And that which casts our proficiency therein so much behind is our time lost partly in too oft idle vacancies given both to schools and universities; partly in a preposterous exaction, forcing the empty wits of children to compose themes, verses, and orations, which are the acts of ripest judgment and the final work of a head filled by long reading and observing with elegant maxims and copious invention.
Pagina lxxi - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Pagina 147 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pagina 3 - It is very possible that two and two make four, but I would not give four farthings to demonstrate this ever so clearly ; and if these be the profits of life, give me the amusements of it.
Pagina cviii - The Prospect of Eton College suggests nothing to Gray, which every beholder does not equally think and feel. His supplication to father Thames, to tell him who drives the hoop or tosses the ball, is useless and puerile. Father Thames has no better means of knowing than himself. His epithet buxom health is not elegant; he seems not to understand the word.
Pagina cii - It is indisputably evident that a great part of every man's life must be employed in collecting materials for the exercise of genius. Invention, strictly speaking, is little more than a new combination of those images which have been previously gathered and deposited in the memory...
Pagina 141 - I admire in him above all this, is his detestation of tyranny, and the high spirit of liberty that every now and then breaks out, as it were, whether he would or no. I remember a sentence in his Agricola that (concise as it is) I always admired for saying much in a little compass. He speaks of Domitian, who upon seeing the last will of that general, where he had made him coheir with his wife and daughter, " Satis constabat laetatum eum, velut honore, judicioque: tam caeca et corrupta mens assiduis...
Pagina lv - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Pagina cxvii - When you have seen one of my days, you have seen a whole year of my life ; they go round and round like the blind horse in the mill, only he has the satisfaction of fancying he makes a progress and gets some ground ; my eyes are open enough to see the same dull prospect, and to know that, having made four-and-twenty steps more, I shall be just where I was.