Anecdotes of Polite Literature ...

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G. Burnet, 1764
 

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Страница 119 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Страница 32 - ... not the generous efforts of a virtuous mind be rewarded? In a word, shall the corporeal world be all order and harmony, the intellectual discord and confusion ? He who is bigot enough to believe these things, must bid adieu to that natural rule, of
Страница 133 - Sweet babes, who, like the little playful fawns, Were wont to trip along these verdant lawns...
Страница 34 - Thro' which the mind's all gentle graces shine ? They, like the sun, irradiate all between ; The body charms because the soul is seen. Hence, men are often captives of a face, They know not why, of no peculiar grace : Some forms, tho' bright, no mortal man can bear ; Some, none resist, tho
Страница 58 - With that low cunning which in fools supplies, And amply too, the place of being wise, Which Nature, kind indulgent parent, gave To qualify the blockhead for a knave...
Страница 133 - ... playful fawns, Were wont to trip along these verdant lawns By your delighted mother's side, Who now your infant steps shall guide...
Страница 1 - Parnassus teach, Or quit the tub, or practise what you preach. One judges as the weather dictates ; right The poem is at noon, and wrong at night : Another judges by a surer...
Страница 137 - A nation here I pity, and admire, Whom nobleft fentiments of glory fire, Yet taught by cuftom's force, and bigot fear, To ferve with pride, and boaft the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe, and to command, In courts a mean, in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r content receive Thofe laws, their dreaded arms to Europe give. Whofe people vain in want, in bondage bleft, Tho...
Страница 69 - Here let me bend, great Dryden, at thy shrine, Thou dearest name to all the tuneful nine. What if some dull lines in cold order creep, And with his theme the poet seems to sleep, Still, when his subject rises proud to view, With equal strength the Poet rises too. With strong invention, noblest vigour fraught, Thought still springs up and rises out of thought ; Numbers ennobling numbers in their...
Страница 37 - There is not perhaps any real beauty or deformity more in one piece of matter than another...

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