The Modern Dunciad: Virgil in London and Other PoemsPickering, 1835 - 342 Seiten |
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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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ancient applause bard beautiful behold Ben Jonson blest breath bright character charm comedy court critics death delight divine dull dulness dunce Dunciad ECLOGUE eternal ev'ry fair fairy fame fate fears feel fire fond fool fustian genius give glorious glory grace grave Hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n hope humour immortal John Gwilliam Jonson King Lady Lady Morgan live Lord lov'd Lucretius lyre merry Midsummer Night's Dream mind MONODY mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er once passion play poet poet's pow'r praise pride Prince prose racter rage rhyme rogue sacred Satire scene Shakespeare shame Silent Woman sing Sir Huon Sir Walter Scott smile song sorrow soul spirit strain sublime sung sweet taste tear thee Theodore Melville thine thou tomb town truth Twas verse vice Virgil virtue youth
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 131 - Fortunate senex, ergo tua rura manebunt! et tibi magna satis, quamvis lapis omnia nudus limosoque palus obducat pascua iunco.
Seite 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.
Seite 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Seite 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.