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Pagina 3
... also by Mr. White ; Hylas , oh Hylas ! why fit we mute , Now that each bird faluteth the spring ? Ver . 31. This verfe ftood thus in the first edition : Here on green banks the blushing vi'lets glow . Ver . 32. Here Western winds on ...
... also by Mr. White ; Hylas , oh Hylas ! why fit we mute , Now that each bird faluteth the spring ? Ver . 31. This verfe ftood thus in the first edition : Here on green banks the blushing vi'lets glow . Ver . 32. Here Western winds on ...
Pagina 5
... also . But I find no variation in any of the editions . Perhaps , the fimilar found in the fame line might deter him . Ver . 73. All nature laughs ; the groves are fresh and fair . It stood in the first edition , and , I think , as well ...
... also . But I find no variation in any of the editions . Perhaps , the fimilar found in the fame line might deter him . Ver . 73. All nature laughs ; the groves are fresh and fair . It stood in the first edition , and , I think , as well ...
Pagina 6
... also it is probable he confulted Ogilby's tranflation : Say , Naiades , where were you , in what grove , Or lawn , when Gallus fell by ill - match'd love ? As As Lauderdale had done before him : Say , facred 6 OBSERVATIONS.
... also it is probable he confulted Ogilby's tranflation : Say , Naiades , where were you , in what grove , Or lawn , when Gallus fell by ill - match'd love ? As As Lauderdale had done before him : Say , facred 6 OBSERVATIONS.
Pagina 19
... also observed : The breezy call of incenfe - breathing morn . Drayton , very beautifully , Idea 53 . Where fweet myrrhe - breathing Zephir in the spring Gently diftils his nectar - dropping showers . Fairfax's Taffo , iv . 75 . When the ...
... also observed : The breezy call of incenfe - breathing morn . Drayton , very beautifully , Idea 53 . Where fweet myrrhe - breathing Zephir in the spring Gently diftils his nectar - dropping showers . Fairfax's Taffo , iv . 75 . When the ...
Pagina 23
... also . Our poet in his Effay on Criticism , ver . 212. nearly re- peats the verse before us : Truth breaks upon us with refifless day . Ver . 99. No more the rifing fun fhall gild the morn , Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn ...
... also . Our poet in his Effay on Criticism , ver . 212. nearly re- peats the verse before us : Truth breaks upon us with refifless day . Ver . 99. No more the rifing fun fhall gild the morn , Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn ...
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Pagina 265 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
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Pagina 279 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Pagina 195 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Pagina 51 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
Pagina 161 - Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n? Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er, To smart and agonize at ev'ry pore? Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Pagina 14 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pagina 286 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Pagina 320 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...