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... Muse ; and though Congreve still remained an authority on account of the wit with which he had relieved the sameness of his dramatic fare , the ruder , but equally creative , Wycherley was fain to make a desperate attempt to eke out his ...
... Muse ; and though Congreve still remained an authority on account of the wit with which he had relieved the sameness of his dramatic fare , the ruder , but equally creative , Wycherley was fain to make a desperate attempt to eke out his ...
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... Muse . He will write to please , but to please a difficult public . He will therefore be master of that nicely chosen kind of allusions which is transparent to the educated intelligence ; avoiding illustrations either commonplace or far ...
... Muse . He will write to please , but to please a difficult public . He will therefore be master of that nicely chosen kind of allusions which is transparent to the educated intelligence ; avoiding illustrations either commonplace or far ...
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... muse to regions already meted out by trustworthy predecessors , ' prescribed her heights and pruned her tender wing1 . ' ' The best of the modern poets in all languages , ' wrote Walsh to Pope in 1706 , ' are those that have the nearest ...
... muse to regions already meted out by trustworthy predecessors , ' prescribed her heights and pruned her tender wing1 . ' ' The best of the modern poets in all languages , ' wrote Walsh to Pope in 1706 , ' are those that have the nearest ...
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... Muses sing ; Let vernal airs thro ' trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , 5 which perhaps have never been strictly ...
... Muses sing ; Let vernal airs thro ' trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , 5 which perhaps have never been strictly ...
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... Muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades1 you tune the lyre : So when the Nightingale to rest removes , The Thrush may chant to the forsaken groves , But , charm'd to silence , listens while she sings , And all th ...
... Muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades1 you tune the lyre : So when the Nightingale to rest removes , The Thrush may chant to the forsaken groves , But , charm'd to silence , listens while she sings , And all th ...
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Página 45 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Página 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Página 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Página 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Página 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Página 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise—- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Página 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.