Bowles, Byron and the Pope-controversy ...H.J. Paris, 1927 - 168 strani |
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Æneid affecting answer Antinous appears argument Attica Bards and Scotch Bowles's Bowles's Strictures Bremhill bust character of Pope circumstances controversy Cowper Dunciad edition of Pope's editor English Bards Epistle execution feelings genius Gilchrist gives heart Helene Richter highest Homer Hounslow Heath human ideas images imagination invariable principles John Murray Joseph Warton Letters and Journals lines London Magazine Lord Byron Lordship manners marble Martha Blount Milton mind o'er observations opinion painting passage passions pathetic picturesque poem poet poet's poetical character Pope's moral character powers principles of poetry Quarterly Review quoted reply review of Spence's Romanticism Roscoe Roscoe's Salisbury Plain satire Scotch Reviewers Shakespeare shew shine ship speaking spear Spence's Anecdotes sublime or beautiful thing Thomas Campbell thou tion trees truth unsentimental sort Unwin's needle Venice verse W. L. Bowles Warton waves William Lisle Bowles winds word
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Stran 159 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Stran 43 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Stran 124 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Stran 43 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore, his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe.
Stran 119 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Stran 7 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way, Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad!
Stran 124 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Stran 103 - Of shallow brooks that flow'd so clear, The bottom did the top appear; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, show'd the woods; Of lofty trees, with sacred shades, And perspectives of pleasant glades, Where nymphs of brightest form appear, And shaggy satyrs standing near, Which them at once admire and fear.
Stran 159 - That light we see is burning in my hall ; how far that little candle throws its beams, so shines a good deed in a naughty world...
Stran 88 - Of summer nights collected still to make The morning precious : beauty was awake ! Why were ye not awake ? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule...