The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III.S. Buckley, 1710 - 554 pagini |
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Pagina 27
... ev'n to you write Poetry . Abfoolish Mufe ! that doft so high aspire , And know ft her Judgment well , How much it does thy Pow'r excell ; Yet dar't be read by thy juft Doom the Fire . Cowl . ( Written in Juice of Lemon . But in fome of ...
... ev'n to you write Poetry . Abfoolish Mufe ! that doft so high aspire , And know ft her Judgment well , How much it does thy Pow'r excell ; Yet dar't be read by thy juft Doom the Fire . Cowl . ( Written in Juice of Lemon . But in fome of ...
Pagina 28
... ev'n by Despair : My Love's fo great , that it might prove Dang'rous to tell her that I love . So tender is my VVound , it cannot bear Any Salute , tho ' of the kindest Air . Cowl . Where the Rhymes follow one another , and the 6 first ...
... ev'n by Despair : My Love's fo great , that it might prove Dang'rous to tell her that I love . So tender is my VVound , it cannot bear Any Salute , tho ' of the kindest Air . Cowl . Where the Rhymes follow one another , and the 6 first ...
Pagina 33
... ev'n my Prayers dost from me steal ; And I with wild Idolatry Begin to God , and end them all in thee , Cowl . The Stanzas of 9 and of 11 Syllables are not fo frequent as thofe of 5 and of 7. Spencer has compos'd his Fairy Queen in ...
... ev'n my Prayers dost from me steal ; And I with wild Idolatry Begin to God , and end them all in thee , Cowl . The Stanzas of 9 and of 11 Syllables are not fo frequent as thofe of 5 and of 7. Spencer has compos'd his Fairy Queen in ...
Pagina 36
... Ev'n or Morn , To Hill or Valley , Fountain or fresh Shade , Made vocal by my Song , and taught his Praife . Thus I have given a fhort Account of all the forts of Poems , that are moft us'd in our Language . The Acrofticks , Anagrams ...
... Ev'n or Morn , To Hill or Valley , Fountain or fresh Shade , Made vocal by my Song , and taught his Praife . Thus I have given a fhort Account of all the forts of Poems , that are moft us'd in our Language . The Acrofticks , Anagrams ...
Pagina 1
... Ev'n Nature feems to flumber till her Call , Regardless of th'Approach of any other Day . Row . Uly Winds murmur'd thro ' the Leaves your fhort Delay , And Fountains o'er their Pebbles chid your ftay : But , with your Prefence chear'd ...
... Ev'n Nature feems to flumber till her Call , Regardless of th'Approach of any other Day . Row . Uly Winds murmur'd thro ' the Leaves your fhort Delay , And Fountains o'er their Pebbles chid your ftay : But , with your Prefence chear'd ...
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Pagina 179 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 455 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Pagina 337 - That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pagina 269 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Pagina 389 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pagina 320 - The birds their choir apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Pagina 176 - That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Pagina 319 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Pagina 386 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas!
Pagina 299 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...