The Poetical Register: Or, The Lives and Characters of All the English Poets. With an Account of Their Writings, Količina 1

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A. Bettesworth, W. Taylor and F. Batley, 1723 - 490 strani
 

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Stran 198 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Stran 105 - Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Stran 124 - ... the harsh cadence of a rugged line. a noble error and but seldom made, when poets are by too much force betrayed.
Stran 147 - Tis hard to say if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill ; But of the two less dangerous is th' offence To tire our patience than mislead our sense : Some few in that, but numbers err in this; Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
Stran 105 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Stran 151 - When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul; One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Stran 253 - Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves, the scenes of his past triumphs and his loves, sadly surveying where he rang'd alone...
Stran 105 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Stran 144 - Averse to vanity, revenge, and pride ; In all the methods of deceit untry'd : So faithful to her friend, and good to all, No...
Stran 271 - Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand, To read it well; that is, to understand.

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