Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1857 |
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... falls suddenly down on his inspired rhapsodies , as if from a tower of clouds , we are for a time eyeless as blind M©¡on- ides , " while with him we enjoy " the darkness that may be felt ; as the lightnings of his genius flash , lo ...
... falls suddenly down on his inspired rhapsodies , as if from a tower of clouds , we are for a time eyeless as blind M©¡on- ides , " while with him we enjoy " the darkness that may be felt ; as the lightnings of his genius flash , lo ...
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... others of that wonder - working age . But come down , without fear of breaking your neck by the fall - to Dryden and Pope at once ; -and then , sliding along a gentle level , to Cowper — and , last of all HOMER AND HIS TRANSLATORS . 3.
... others of that wonder - working age . But come down , without fear of breaking your neck by the fall - to Dryden and Pope at once ; -and then , sliding along a gentle level , to Cowper — and , last of all HOMER AND HIS TRANSLATORS . 3.
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... fall beneath The hero - slaughtering Hector . " Cowper , as usual , keeps close to Homer . And , after all , of a Great Poet the most literal version must be the best . Better to lose something - than to get much that has no business ...
... fall beneath The hero - slaughtering Hector . " Cowper , as usual , keeps close to Homer . And , after all , of a Great Poet the most literal version must be the best . Better to lose something - than to get much that has no business ...
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... fall asleep . " How magnificent is Dryden's Homer ! " " How splendid is Pope's ! " But be ordered to sit down and mould a Hero from some of these magnificent or splendid descriptions , or to stain one on the canvass , and you will find ...
... fall asleep . " How magnificent is Dryden's Homer ! " " How splendid is Pope's ! " But be ordered to sit down and mould a Hero from some of these magnificent or splendid descriptions , or to stain one on the canvass , and you will find ...
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... fall to the ground . Sotheby is rather better , perhaps , than Pope - but very inferior to Cowper . " Ocean nymph " we do not relish— we hardly know why - applied here to Thetis . She was an Ocean nymph , but here we look on her as the ...
... fall to the ground . Sotheby is rather better , perhaps , than Pope - but very inferior to Cowper . " Ocean nymph " we do not relish— we hardly know why - applied here to Thetis . She was an Ocean nymph , but here we look on her as the ...
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61 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
394 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barbarous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new : Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.
437 ÆäÀÌÁö - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet, while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee : Alas ! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall. Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share : Oh ! prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon wild fig-trees join the wall of Troy : Thou from this tower defend th...
437 ÆäÀÌÁö - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
455 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bos. Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best Of moral prudence, with delight received In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Of fate, and chance, and change in human life; High actions, and high passions best describing. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic, Shook the Arsenal and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays ; The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires. A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field. Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend, Whose umber'd arms by fits thick flashes send ; Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.