The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his poetry; by the Rev. John MitfordJ. Mawman, 1816 |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 48–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ iii
... taste , indeed , as well as the proficiency in literature which the letters of West display , were remarkable at his age ; and his studious and pensive habits of mind , his uncertain health , and his early and untimely death , have all ...
... taste , indeed , as well as the proficiency in literature which the letters of West display , were remarkable at his age ; and his studious and pensive habits of mind , his uncertain health , and his early and untimely death , have all ...
Էջ iv
... taste displayed in them ; from the alternate mixture of serious argument , animated description , just criticism , and playful expression , notwithstanding the incidents of his life were peculiarly few in number , nor any of them re ...
... taste displayed in them ; from the alternate mixture of serious argument , animated description , just criticism , and playful expression , notwithstanding the incidents of his life were peculiarly few in number , nor any of them re ...
Էջ xii
... taste or science , such improvement would stand him in little stead with regard to his present situation and exigen- cies . This was not all : his other friend , Mr. West , he found on his return , oppressed by sickness and a load of ...
... taste or science , such improvement would stand him in little stead with regard to his present situation and exigen- cies . This was not all : his other friend , Mr. West , he found on his return , oppressed by sickness and a load of ...
Էջ xxviii
... taste is Sir Thomas Fitzosborne's Letters , " & c . * In 1756 Gray left Peter - house , where he had resided above twenty years , on account of some incivilities he met with , which are slightly mentioned in his correspondence . He ...
... taste is Sir Thomas Fitzosborne's Letters , " & c . * In 1756 Gray left Peter - house , where he had resided above twenty years , on account of some incivilities he met with , which are slightly mentioned in his correspondence . He ...
Էջ xxx
... taste so much on his manner of versification , and had been so accustomed to dwell upon the neat and pointed style of that finished writer ; that they were but ill prepared to admire the beauties of the lofty and magnificent language ...
... taste so much on his manner of versification , and had been so accustomed to dwell upon the neat and pointed style of that finished writer ; that they were but ill prepared to admire the beauties of the lofty and magnificent language ...
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his ... Thomas Gray,John Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1816 |
The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his ... Thomas Gray,John Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1816 |
Common terms and phrases
admired Agrippina Alcaic stanza ancient Anicetus appears atque Bard beauty cadence cæsura called Cambridge character Claudian composition Comus Cowley criticism death Dryden Dunciad edition Elegy England's Helicon English English poetry Essay Eton College Euripides expression feel formed genius Georg grace Gray Gray's hæc harmony Horace imitation king language Latin letter lines Lord Lost Lucret Lucretius lyrical lyrical poetry Masinissa Mason Mason's Memoirs Milton mind moral nature NOTES numbers o'er observations Odin Ovid painting passage passions Petrarch Pindar pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope Pope's published quæ reader remarks rhyme says seems sentiment Shakspeare Spenser stanza style sublime syllable Taliessin taste thee THOMAS GRAY Thomson thou thought thro tion translated vale VARIATIONS verse versification Virg Wakefield Walpole Walpole's Warton weep words writers written δὲ καὶ
Սիրված հատվածներ
Էջ 16 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Էջ 107 - The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Էջ 123 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Էջ 119 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Էջ 116 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Էջ clxvi - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Էջ 122 - 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.
Էջ 112 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Էջ 34 - Slow melting strains their queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move 40 The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.
Էջ 117 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.