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Page 146 - Ilias or the jEneis: the story is more pleasing than either of them, the manners as perfect, the diction as poetical, the learning as deep and various, and the disposition full as artful; only it includes a greater length of time, as taking up seven years at least...
Page 79 - Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity; With equal mind what happens let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims, to the' appointed place we tend ; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Page 146 - ... when that poetry and sense is put into words which they understand. I will go farther, and dare to add, that what beauties I lose in some places I give to others which had them not originally. But in this I may be partial to my self. Let the reader judge : and I submit to his decision. Yet I think I have just occasion to complain...
Page 145 - But there are other judges who think I ought not to have translated Chaucer into English, out of a quite contrary notion: they suppose there is a certain veneration due to his old language, and that it is little less than profanation and sacrilege to alter it.
Page 69 - At this the challenger, with fierce defy, His trumpet sounds; the challenged makes reply: ' With clangour rings the field, resounds the vaulted sky. J Their vizors closed, their lances in the rest, Or at the helmet pointed or the crest, They vanish from the barrier, speed the race, And spurring see decrease the middle space.
Page 45 - Where neither beast, nor human kind repair; The fowl, that scent afar, the borders fly, And shun the bitter blast, and wheel about the sky. A cake of scurf lies baking on the ground, And prickly stubs, instead of trees, are found; Or woods, with knots and knares...
Page 62 - Till Saturn from his leaden throne arose, And found a way the difference to compose: Though sparing of his grace, to mischief bent, He seldom does a good with good intent. Wayward, but wise; by long experience taught, To please both parties, for ill ends, he sought: For this advantage age from youth has won, As not to be outridden, though outrun.
Page 76 - Fate could not choose a more malicious hour! What greater curse could envious fortune give, Than just to die when I began to live ! Vain men, how vanishing a bliss we crave, Now warm in love, now withering in the grave ! Never, O ! never more to see the sun ! Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone ! This fate is common ; but I lose my breath Near bliss, and yet not bless'd before my death.
Page 65 - Knights, with a long retinue of their squires, In gaudy liveries march, and quaint attires : One laced the helm, another held the lance, A third the shining buckler did advance. The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet, And snorting foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit.