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The latter , it is true , after all , are rather results of criticism , than criticism itself ;
and the smallness of the poem perhaps hardly warranted even this ; but he was
anxious to shew that he had at least considered the subjects of which he talked ...
The latter , it is true , after all , are rather results of criticism , than criticism itself ;
and the smallness of the poem perhaps hardly warranted even this ; but he was
anxious to shew that he had at least considered the subjects of which he talked ...
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And yet I can ' t see why I ' ve been so remiss , Unless it may be and it certainly is
, That since Dryden ' s fine verses and Milton ' s sublime , I have fairly been - sick
of their sing - song and rhyme . There was Collins , ' tis true , had a.
And yet I can ' t see why I ' ve been so remiss , Unless it may be and it certainly is
, That since Dryden ' s fine verses and Milton ' s sublime , I have fairly been - sick
of their sing - song and rhyme . There was Collins , ' tis true , had a.
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There was Collins , ' tis true , had a good deal to say ; But the rogue had no
industry , - neither had Gray : And Thomson , though best in his indolent fits ,
Either slept himself weary , or bloated his wits . a But ever since Pope spoild the
ears of ...
There was Collins , ' tis true , had a good deal to say ; But the rogue had no
industry , - neither had Gray : And Thomson , though best in his indolent fits ,
Either slept himself weary , or bloated his wits . a But ever since Pope spoild the
ears of ...
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His throat . like a pillar for smoothness and grace , His curls in a cluster , - - and
then such a face , As mark ' d him at once the true offspring of Jove , The brow all
of wisdom , and lips all of love ; For though he was blooming , and oval of cheek ...
His throat . like a pillar for smoothness and grace , His curls in a cluster , - - and
then such a face , As mark ' d him at once the true offspring of Jove , The brow all
of wisdom , and lips all of love ; For though he was blooming , and oval of cheek ...
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Oh - now I remember , ' said Phoebus ; - - - ah true My thanks to that name are
undoubtedly due : The rod , that got rid of the Cruscas and Lauras , That plague
of the butterflies , - - sav ' d me the horrors ; . . The Juvenal too stops a gap in one
' s ...
Oh - now I remember , ' said Phoebus ; - - - ah true My thanks to that name are
undoubtedly due : The rod , that got rid of the Cruscas and Lauras , That plague
of the butterflies , - - sav ' d me the horrors ; . . The Juvenal too stops a gap in one
' s ...
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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.
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| 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 |
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