The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 9
H. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry
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Page 57 - Horace's wit, and Virgil's state, He did not steal, but emulate! And when he would like them appear, •/ Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear...
Page 21 - First to a Torrent, then a Deluge swells: Stronger, and fiercer by restraint he roars, And knows no bound, but makes his power his shores.
Page 15 - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours : Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants ; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Page 14 - Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance So far, to make us wish for ignorance, And rather in the dark to grope our way Than, led by a...
Page 18 - All instruments, all arts of ruin met; He calls to mind his strength, and then his speed, His winged heels, and then his armed head; With these t' avoid, with that his fate to meet; But fear prevails and bids him trust his feet.
Page 293 - Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. The time that is to come is not; How can it then be mine? The present moment's all my lot; And that, as fast as it is got, Phillis, is only thine. Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows; If I by miracle can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heaven allows.
Page 314 - Likes me abundantly ; but you take care Upon this point, not to be too severe. Perhaps my muse were fitter for this part, For I profess I can be very smart On wit, which I abhor with all my heart.
Page 325 - If those gross faults his choice pen doth commit Proceed from want of judgment, or of wit ? Or if his lumpish fancy does refuse Spirit and grace to his loose slattern Muse ? Five hundred verses every morning writ, Prove him no more a poet than a wit...
Page 53 - How unconcern'd in things to come ! if here uneasy, finds at Rome, at Paris, or Madrid, his home. Secure from low and private ends, his life, his zeal, his wealth attends his prince, his country, and his friends.
Page 58 - Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal, but emulate, And when he would like them appear, Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear} He not from Rome alone, but Greece, Like Jason brought the golden fleece ; To him that language, though to none Of th' others, as his own was known.