The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 40
Page ix
As the following little piece , which was first published in a magazine * privately
set up and not enjoying the usual means of conținuance , attracted a degree of
attention which was thought to promise still more for it if presented to the public in
...
As the following little piece , which was first published in a magazine * privately
set up and not enjoying the usual means of conținuance , attracted a degree of
attention which was thought to promise still more for it if presented to the public in
...
Page xi
Mr . Cobb however , though not a good dramatist , is said to be a sensible and
good - tempered man , and has probably thought nothing about the passage , or
felt more for the writer than for himself in seeing it . - Should the publication go to
...
Mr . Cobb however , though not a good dramatist , is said to be a sensible and
good - tempered man , and has probably thought nothing about the passage , or
felt more for the writer than for himself in seeing it . - Should the publication go to
...
Page 4
... wisdom , and lips all of love ; For though he was blooming , and oval of cheek ,
And youth down his shoulders went smoothing and sleek , Yet his look with the
reach of past ages was wise , And the soul of eternity thought through his eyes .
... wisdom , and lips all of love ; For though he was blooming , and oval of cheek ,
And youth down his shoulders went smoothing and sleek , Yet his look with the
reach of past ages was wise , And the soul of eternity thought through his eyes .
Page 6
I might have kept back , - but I thought ' twould look odd , And friendship , you
know , - - pray how is my dear God ? A smile , followed up by a shake of the head
, Cross ' d the fine lip of Phæbus , who view ' d bim , and said , * I ' ll give you á ...
I might have kept back , - but I thought ' twould look odd , And friendship , you
know , - - pray how is my dear God ? A smile , followed up by a shake of the head
, Cross ' d the fine lip of Phæbus , who view ' d bim , and said , * I ' ll give you á ...
Page 11
13 He spoke with a warmth , but his accent was bland , And the poet bow ' d
down with a blush to his hand , When all on a sudden , there rose on the stairs A
noise as of persons with singular airs ; You ' d have thought ' twas the Bishops or
...
13 He spoke with a warmth , but his accent was bland , And the poet bow ' d
down with a blush to his hand , When all on a sudden , there rose on the stairs A
noise as of persons with singular airs ; You ' d have thought ' twas the Bishops or
...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
admirers affected Apollo appears attempt beauties become better bright called certainly character common court criticism doubt Dryden equally eyes fancy feeling forget friends genius give given hand harmony head heart imitation instance it's keep kind King language late learning least less lines lives look manner mention Milton mind natural never notes observe once opinions original particular passage perhaps persons piece pleasing poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope powers praise present proper readers reason regard respect rest rhyme round Scott seems sense shew simplicity smiles society Southey speak Spenser spirit story style supposed talk taste thing thought tion treated true turn twas variety verses versification Walter whole wine Wordsworth writers written young
Popular passages
Page 119 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 36 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Page 35 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 97 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Page 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Page 35 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Page 119 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Page 117 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o
Page 119 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 35 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; ' The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse |
| Author | Leigh Hunt |
| Publisher | J. Cawthorn, 1814 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 157 pages |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |