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Page l - He would have made a great epic poet, if indeed he has not abundantly shewn himself to be one; for his Homer is not so properly a translation as the stories of Achilles and Ulysses re-written.
Page l - He could not go out of himself, as Shakspeare could shift at pleasure, to inform and animate other existences, but in himself he had an eye to perceive and a soul to embrace all forms and modes of being.
Page 24 - Prone to delivery, and to yield the weight Of her dear burthen, with a world of ease. When with her fair hand she a palm did seize. And staying her by it, stuck her tender knees Amidst the soft mead; that did smile beneath Her sacred labour, and the child did breathe The air in th
Page xlviii - D'Amboys upon the theatre; but when I had taken up what I supposed a fallen star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly; nothing but a cold, dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting...
Page 19 - Thy old swift changes, made a young fix'd prime, O let thy beauty scorch the wings of time, That fluttering he may fall before thine eyes, And beat himself to death before he rise: And as...
Page xiv - ... of Oration as are most apt for the language into which they are converted.
Page 35 - His beauty was it, not the body's pride, That made him great Aquarius stellified. And that mind most is beautiful and high, And nearest comes to a Divinity, That furtherest is from spot of Earth's delight, Pleasures that lose their substance with their sight, Such one, Saturnius ravisheth to love, And fills the cup of all content to Jove.
Page 25 - Her arbours, thickets, and her wondrous game, (A huntress, being never match'd in fame), Presume not then ye flesh-confounded souls, That cannot bear the full Castalian bowls, Which sever mounting spirits from the senses, To look in this deep fount for thy pretences : The juice more clear than day, yet shadows night...