The Complete Art of Poetry ...Charles Rivington, 1718 |
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... first Ap- proaches to Letters in the Study of Verfe . But Mr. Lock chiefly confidering the Educa- tion of an English Gentleman , juftly fup- pos'd , that his Pupils Application to Poc- tical Writers , would fcarce ever light up that ...
... first Ap- proaches to Letters in the Study of Verfe . But Mr. Lock chiefly confidering the Educa- tion of an English Gentleman , juftly fup- pos'd , that his Pupils Application to Poc- tical Writers , would fcarce ever light up that ...
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... first View may feem to be of the fame Na- ture , and that is Mr. Byfshe's Art of English Poetry , with a Collection , & c . But I had no Thoughts of interfering with him , and indeed I do not ; we propofe quite different Ends Ends , and ...
... first View may feem to be of the fame Na- ture , and that is Mr. Byfshe's Art of English Poetry , with a Collection , & c . But I had no Thoughts of interfering with him , and indeed I do not ; we propofe quite different Ends Ends , and ...
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... first Sitting , and very much to the Prejudice of the Original . Cicero tells us , that could we fee the Perfon of Wifdom with our Eyes , fhe would raife in us won- derful Defires ; but in Morifina ( the Lady under our Confideration ) ...
... first Sitting , and very much to the Prejudice of the Original . Cicero tells us , that could we fee the Perfon of Wifdom with our Eyes , fhe would raife in us won- derful Defires ; but in Morifina ( the Lady under our Confideration ) ...
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... first Book of the Iliads ; the other , the first four adorn'd with Pictures and fine Notes . If the latter has not done the blind Bard Juftice , it has not been for want of Encourage- ment , fince he has had more fubfcribd to him for ...
... first Book of the Iliads ; the other , the first four adorn'd with Pictures and fine Notes . If the latter has not done the blind Bard Juftice , it has not been for want of Encourage- ment , fince he has had more fubfcribd to him for ...
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... first Quality ? But not to confine my felf to the Stage in my Ac- cufations of Poetry ; what are their other Parts of this boafted Art , but Excurfions into Folly , Luxury , Luft , and Profanenefs ? Caft but your Eye into your ...
... first Quality ? But not to confine my felf to the Stage in my Ac- cufations of Poetry ; what are their other Parts of this boafted Art , but Excurfions into Folly , Luxury , Luft , and Profanenefs ? Caft but your Eye into your ...
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abfurd Action admirable affum'd againſt agreeable Antients Ariftotle Art of Poetry Author Beauty becauſe beft Boileau Caufe Comedy confefs Confequence confift cou'd Defcription Defign Defire Diction Difcourfe difcover Effay English Epigram Euripides Excellence Expreffion Fable faid falfe fame feems feen felf feveral fhall fhew fhort fhould fince firft firſt fome fomething fometimes fpeak ftill fuch fufficient fure Genius give greateſt Greek Heroic Poem Hiftory himſelf Homer Horace Ibid Imitation Inftruction Judgment juft King laft Laudon leaft leaſt lefs Love Mafter Manilia Manners Meaſure moft Morifina moſt Mufe Mufic muft muſt Nature neceffary never Numbers obferve Paffions perfect Perfon Philofopher Pindar pleafes pleaſe Pleaſure Poefy Poet Poetical Praife prefent produc'd Profe Reafon reft Rules Senfe ſhall Sophocles Tafte Tatler thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou Tragedy underſtand uſe Verfe Verſe Virgil Virtue whofe Words World wou'd write
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Seite 348 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 332 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Seite 328 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Seite 319 - And all the men and women merely players ; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms: And then the whining school-boy with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
Seite 319 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Seite 307 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Seite 300 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not...
Seite 330 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Seite 331 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Seite 319 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.