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... Lord Roscommon had no such Opinion of the French Writers , in his Essay on translated Verse . When France had breath'd after intestine Broils , And Peace , and Conquest , crown'd her foreign Toils : There ( cultivated by a Royal Hand ) ...
... Lord Roscommon had no such Opinion of the French Writers , in his Essay on translated Verse . When France had breath'd after intestine Broils , And Peace , and Conquest , crown'd her foreign Toils : There ( cultivated by a Royal Hand ) ...
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... Sir William Temple , the Tatlers , and other Enemies to the Rules , I shall give you the Opinion of a much greater Man , in his Way , I mean my Lord Roscommon , not only by his giving us a Version of the Art of Poetry of Horace , but ...
... Sir William Temple , the Tatlers , and other Enemies to the Rules , I shall give you the Opinion of a much greater Man , in his Way , I mean my Lord Roscommon , not only by his giving us a Version of the Art of Poetry of Horace , but ...
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... Lord Roscommon . Yet without Writing I may teach to write , Tell what the Duty of a Poet is ; Wherein his Wealth and Ornament confess , And how he may be form'd , & c . Allowing what you have urg'd ( said Tyro ) in the main , yet I see ...
... Lord Roscommon . Yet without Writing I may teach to write , Tell what the Duty of a Poet is ; Wherein his Wealth and Ornament confess , And how he may be form'd , & c . Allowing what you have urg'd ( said Tyro ) in the main , yet I see ...
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... Lord Roscommon begins his own . Happy that Author whose correct Essay Repairs so well our old Horatian way . There is nothing more wrong , more low , or more incor- rect than this Rhapsody upon Criticism . The Author all along taxes ...
... Lord Roscommon begins his own . Happy that Author whose correct Essay Repairs so well our old Horatian way . There is nothing more wrong , more low , or more incor- rect than this Rhapsody upon Criticism . The Author all along taxes ...
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... Lord Roscommon , and a living noble Author . Nay I am fully convinc'd , that there never was an admirable Poet , but he was a great Critick . For what can be more absurd than to imagine , that any man can excel in any Art , or Business ...
... Lord Roscommon , and a living noble Author . Nay I am fully convinc'd , that there never was an admirable Poet , but he was a great Critick . For what can be more absurd than to imagine , that any man can excel in any Art , or Business ...
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Page 174 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Page 179 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
Page 174 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 169 - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now...
Page 173 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Page 225 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Page 175 - Join voices, all ye living souls : ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Page 173 - 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.
Page 157 - And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 175 - Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark ! So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts .Firm peace recover'd soon, and wonted calm.