The Modern Dunciad: Virgil in London and Other PoemsPickering, 1835 - 342 էջ |
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... dark caves with furious joy , And breathe again his spirit to destroy . Then ask no more — yet if a doubt remain , Why thus to Satire I devote my strain ; With this reply be satisfied at once , While Bowles † exists , can Satire want a ...
... dark caves with furious joy , And breathe again his spirit to destroy . Then ask no more — yet if a doubt remain , Why thus to Satire I devote my strain ; With this reply be satisfied at once , While Bowles † exists , can Satire want a ...
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... dark retreat ; while you and I , With upright confidence , his rage defy . Unhappy Pasquin ! in thy latter days Few fear thy wrath , none barter for thy praise ; But all thy pointless darts , at random thrown , Hurt no one's name , but ...
... dark retreat ; while you and I , With upright confidence , his rage defy . Unhappy Pasquin ! in thy latter days Few fear thy wrath , none barter for thy praise ; But all thy pointless darts , at random thrown , Hurt no one's name , but ...
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... dark abyss of endless night . F. Some play , or farce that gallery , box , and pit Applaud for solid sense and sterling wit , Name ; - P. Why , methinks no puzzling task were this : " The Trav'llers , " " Sleeping Beauty , " " Hit or ...
... dark abyss of endless night . F. Some play , or farce that gallery , box , and pit Applaud for solid sense and sterling wit , Name ; - P. Why , methinks no puzzling task were this : " The Trav'llers , " " Sleeping Beauty , " " Hit or ...
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... dark sepulchral gloom ! Vain this pageant of the tomb ! Could this solemn mockery all Once the fleeting breath recall , Genius , fir'd with high disdain , Thus would speak - nor speak in vain— " All this empty pomp and show , All this ...
... dark sepulchral gloom ! Vain this pageant of the tomb ! Could this solemn mockery all Once the fleeting breath recall , Genius , fir'd with high disdain , Thus would speak - nor speak in vain— " All this empty pomp and show , All this ...
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... dark shall be the close ! And never sun did brighter shine , Lamented Sheridan ! than thine : And hear it , Genius ! never yet Did sun in deeper darkness set ! The Merry Wives of Windsor , Twelfth Night , and A Midsummer Night's Dream ...
... dark shall be the close ! And never sun did brighter shine , Lamented Sheridan ! than thine : And hear it , Genius ! never yet Did sun in deeper darkness set ! The Merry Wives of Windsor , Twelfth Night , and A Midsummer Night's Dream ...
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Էջ 117 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Էջ 62 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...
Էջ 98 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Էջ 89 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Էջ 119 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Էջ 62 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Էջ 131 - Fortunate senex, ergo tua rura manebunt! et tibi magna satis, quamvis lapis omnia nudus limosoque palus obducat pascua iunco.
Էջ 82 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Էջ 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Էջ 91 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.