An essay on criticism. With notes by mr. Warburton

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H. Linton, 1749 - 89 strani
 

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Stran 33 - Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of. fools.
Stran 20 - Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules indites, When to repress, and when indulge our flights: High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd, And pointed out those arduous paths they trod; Held from afar, aloft, th' immortal prize, And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
Stran 81 - And bless their Critic with a Poet's fire. An ardent Judge, who zealous in his trust, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always just ; Whose own example strengthens all his laws ; And is himself that great Sublime he draws.
Stran 15 - So vast is art, so narrow human wit : Not only bounded to peculiar arts, But oft' in those confin'd to single parts.
Stran 18 - Itself unseen, but in th' effects remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Tho' meant each other's aid, like man and wife.
Stran 48 - ... whate'er it shines upon, It gilds all objects, but it alters none. Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent, as more suitable; A vile conceit in pompous words...
Stran 14 - Nature to all things fix'd the limits fit, And wisely curb'd proud man's pretending wit. As on the land while here the ocean gains, In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains...
Stran 86 - And kept unconquer'd, and unciviliz'd; Fierce for the liberties of wit, and bold, We still defy'd the Romans, as of old.
Stran 26 - If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end) Some lucky license answer to the full Th' intent propos'd, that license is a rule.
Stran 44 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at every line; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.

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