The lives of the English poets (Google eBook)

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T. Longman, 1792
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Page 167 - He examined lines and words with minute and punctilious obfervation, and retouched every part with indefatigable diligence, till he had left nothing to be forgiven. For this reafon he kept his pieces very long in his hands, while he confidered and reconfidered them. The only poems which can be fuppofed to have been written
Page 235 - to its view, whatever there is on which imagination can delight to be detained, and with a mind that at once comprehends the vaft, and attends to the minute. The reader of the " Seafons" wonders that he never faw before what Thomfon fhews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomfon
Page 9 - of wit fhould we be deprived of from thofe, " whofe genius, by continual practice, hath been " wholly turned upon raillery and invectives againft "religion, and would therefore never be able to " fhine, or diftinguifh themfelves, upon any other " fubject? We are daily complaining of the great " decline of wit among us, and would take away
Page 170 - might produce, or chance might fupply. If the flights of Dryden therefore are higher, Pope continues longer on the wing. If of Dryden's fire the blaze is brighter, of Pope's the heat is more regular and conftant. Dryden often
Page 211 - beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept facred from the Proud and Great} Foe to loud praife, and friend to learned cafe, Content with fcience in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life; and here Saw nothing to regret^ or there to fear; From Nature's temperate feaft rofe fatisfy'd, Thank'd Heaven that he liv'd, and that he
Page 202 - free; A love to peace, and hate of tyranny : Such this man was ; who now, from earth remov'd, At length enjoys that liberty he lov'd. In this epitaph, as in many others, there appears, at the firft view, a fault which I think fcarcely any beauty can compenfate. The name is omitted. The end of an
Page 109 - almoft all the letters of the alphabet (the " greateft part of them at random); but fuch was " the number of poets eminent in that art, that fome " one or other took every letter to himfelf: all fell " into fo violent a fury, that, for half a year or " more, the common newfpapers (in
Page 344 - lines are not to be regarded ; the power is in the whole; and in the whole there is a magnificence like that afcribed to Chinefe plantation, the magnificence of vaft extent and endlefs diverfity. His laft poem was the " Refignation ;" in which he made, as he was accuftomed, an experiment of a new mode of writing, and
Page 168 - from a more extenfive circumference of fcience. Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehenfive fpeculation; and thofe of Pope by
Page 378 - be finally decided all claim to poetical honours. The " Church-yard" abounds with images which find a mirrour in every mind, and with fentiments to which every bofom returns an echo. The four ftanzas, beginning " Yet even thefe bones," are to me original: I have never feen the notions

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