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... genius and high celebrity , and to most of whom I am personally a stranger , have encouraged me to publish this new edition— the first being out of print . I could wish it were consis- tent with delicacy to mention the names of those ...
... genius and high celebrity , and to most of whom I am personally a stranger , have encouraged me to publish this new edition— the first being out of print . I could wish it were consis- tent with delicacy to mention the names of those ...
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... genius are so shadowy and equivocal , so reluctantly acknowledged by those best able to decide upon their truth , and so exposed to the misapprehensions of ignorance , and the wilful injustice of jealousy or caprice , that , as Pope ...
... genius are so shadowy and equivocal , so reluctantly acknowledged by those best able to decide upon their truth , and so exposed to the misapprehensions of ignorance , and the wilful injustice of jealousy or caprice , that , as Pope ...
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... genius , but too often end in insanity or death . Sterne has remarked , that " the way to fame , like the way to heaven , is through much tribulation . " The witty Smollet , though a popular writer , has acknowledged the " incre- dible ...
... genius , but too often end in insanity or death . Sterne has remarked , that " the way to fame , like the way to heaven , is through much tribulation . " The witty Smollet , though a popular writer , has acknowledged the " incre- dible ...
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... genius exhibit such pictures of misery and despair , as would appal the most ardent candidate for literary distinction , if it were not for that universal self - delusion which leads every man to anticipate some peculiar happiness of ...
... genius exhibit such pictures of misery and despair , as would appal the most ardent candidate for literary distinction , if it were not for that universal self - delusion which leads every man to anticipate some peculiar happiness of ...
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... genius . The tender and ima- ginative Keats was crushed by the rude hand of Gifford , and perished like a flower in a foreign land . The unhappy Kirke White never entirely overcame the shock of an unfavourable critique on his first ...
... genius . The tender and ima- ginative Keats was crushed by the rude hand of Gifford , and perished like a flower in a foreign land . The unhappy Kirke White never entirely overcame the shock of an unfavourable critique on his first ...
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Էջ 280 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Էջ 129 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Էջ 332 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Էջ 99 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Էջ 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Էջ 97 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Էջ 202 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Էջ 203 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Էջ 93 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Էջ 97 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...