From Shakespeare to Pope

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Dodd, Mead, 1885 - 6 oldal
 

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185. oldal - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th...
6. oldal - ALL human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey. This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, young Was call'd to empire and had govern'd long, In prose and verse was owned without dispute Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute.
91. oldal - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
61. oldal - Then die that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee: How small a part of time they share, That are so wond'rous sweet and fair.
149. oldal - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
4. oldal - Could all this be forgotten? Yes, a sc[h]ism Nurtured by foppery and barbarism, Made great Apollo blush for this his land. Men were thought wise who could not understand His glories : with a puling infant's force They sway'd about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus. Ah dismal soul'd!
60. oldal - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
81. oldal - ... sense, most commonly in distichs, which, in the verse of those before him, runs on for so many lines together, that the reader is out of breath to overtake it This sweetness of Mr. Waller's lyric poesy was afterwards followed in the epic by Sir John Denham, in his Cooper's Hill, a poem which, your lordship knows, for the majesty of the style, is, and ever will be, the exact standard of good writing.
61. oldal - ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done.
92. oldal - Cooper's hill eternal wreaths shall grow, While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall flow).

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