The life and posthumous writings of William Cowper, by W. Hayley. Supplementary pages, 2. kötet1806 |
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... taste , that we can . give the prize to the best writing , in preference to the worst . Much less are we able to execute what is good ourselves . But Lowth seems to have stepped into excellence at once , and to have gained by in ...
... taste , that we can . give the prize to the best writing , in preference to the worst . Much less are we able to execute what is good ourselves . But Lowth seems to have stepped into excellence at once , and to have gained by in ...
27. oldal
... taste in poetry , than skill in the mathema- tics ; their applause therefore is a sound that has no music in it for me . But my vanity was not so en- tirely quiescent when I read your friendly account of the manner it had affected you ...
... taste in poetry , than skill in the mathema- tics ; their applause therefore is a sound that has no music in it for me . But my vanity was not so en- tirely quiescent when I read your friendly account of the manner it had affected you ...
28. oldal
... taste , and a taste for poetry depends indeed upon that very article more than upon any other . If she had Aristotle by heart , I should not esteem her judgment so highly , were she defective in point of feeling , as I do , and must ...
... taste , and a taste for poetry depends indeed upon that very article more than upon any other . If she had Aristotle by heart , I should not esteem her judgment so highly , were she defective in point of feeling , as I do , and must ...
32. oldal
... taste and propri- ety , not blairing , like trumpeters at a fair , but pro- ducing gentle and elegant symphony , such as charm- ed our ears , and convinced us , that no length of time can wear out a taste for harmony , and that though ...
... taste and propri- ety , not blairing , like trumpeters at a fair , but pro- ducing gentle and elegant symphony , such as charm- ed our ears , and convinced us , that no length of time can wear out a taste for harmony , and that though ...
37. oldal
... taste , if you know where to find it . ” We are glad that you are safe at home again . Could we see at one glance of the eye , what is passing every day upon all the roads in the kingdom , how many are terrified , and hurt , how many ...
... taste , if you know where to find it . ” We are glad that you are safe at home again . Could we see at one glance of the eye , what is passing every day upon all the roads in the kingdom , how many are terrified , and hurt , how many ...
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acquaintance Adieu admire affectionate agreeable amuse answer appear beautiful believe blank verse called Captain Cook cause comfort connexion Cowper DEAR FRIEND DEAR WILLIAM dearest Cousin delight doubt equally Esqr esteem expence expression favour feel finished friendship Gentleman's Magazine give glad grace happy hear heard heart Homer honour hope Iliad John Gilpin JOHN NEWTON Johnson JOSEPH HILL Lady Austen Lady HESKETH laugh least less live matter mean ment mind nature neighbours never obliged occasion Olney opinion perfectly perhaps Pict pleased pleasure poem poet poetical portunity possible present prove racter reason received rejoice respect Revd scripture seems sensible sent serve soon spirits suppose sure taste tell thank ther thing thought Throckmorton tion told translation truth verse volume W. C. LETTER whole WILLIAM UNWIN wish word write wrote
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58. oldal - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
104. oldal - What can be prettier than Gay's ballad, or rather Swift's, Arbuthnot's, Pope's, and Gay's, in the What do ye call it — " 'Twas when the seas were roaring"?
58. oldal - ... done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
350. oldal - On the left hand, at the further end of this superb vestibule, you will find the door of the parlour, into which I will conduct you, and where I will introduce you to Mrs. Unwin, unless we should meet her before, and where we will be as happy as the day is long.
240. oldal - ... this country. I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa, or of bears in Russia, very pleasing ; but I know no beast in England whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass. The notes of all our birds and fowls please me, without one exception. I should not indeed think of keeping a goose in a cage, that I might hang him up in the parlour for the sake of his melody, but a goose upon a common, or in a farm-yard, is no bad performer...
187. oldal - As soon as he and as many more as could find chairs were seated, he began to open the intent of his visit. I told him I had no vote, for which he readily gave me credit. I assured him I had no influence, which he was not equally inclined to believe, and the less, no doubt, because Mr Ashburner the draper addressing himself to me at this moment, informed me that I had a great deal.
100. oldal - The very stones in the garden-walls are my intimate acquaintance. I should miss almost the minutest object, and be disagreeably affected by its removal, and am persuaded that were it possible I could leave this incommodious nook for a twelvemonth, I should return to it again with rapture, and be transported with the sight of objects which...
57. oldal - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up...
188. oldal - Ashburner the draper addressing himself to me at this moment, informed me that I had a great deal. Supposing that I could not be possessed of such a treasure without knowing it, I ventured to confirm my first assertion by saying, that if I had any I was utterly at a loss to imagine where it could be, or wherein it consisted. Thus ended the conference. Mr Grenville squeezed me by the hand again, kissed the ladies, and withdrew.
311. oldal - ... you to give pleasure, but I will venture to say that you do not often give more than you gave me this morning. When I came down to breakfast, and found upon the table a Letter franked by my Uncle, and when opening that frank I found that it contained a Letter from you, I said within myself, this is just as it should be; we are all grown young again, and the days that I thought I should see no more, are actually returned.