A Letter to the Right Hon. Lord Byron: Protesting Against the Immolation of Gray, Cowper, & Campbell, at the Shrine of Pope

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Pamphleteer, 1821 - 14 pages

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Page 374 - WHO is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength ? I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.
Page 6 - I presume it will be readily granted that "all images drawn from what is beautiful or sublime in the works of nature are more beautiful and sublime than any images drawn from art"; and that they are therefore, per se, more poetical.
Page 360 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 373 - High on his helm celestial lightnings play, His beamy shield emits a living ray. The Goddess with her breath the flame supplies, Bright as the star whose fires in Autumn rise; Her breath divine thick streaming flames supplies, Bright as the star that fires th' autumnal skies: Th' unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies, Like the red star that fires th
Page 583 - All that is human in me to protect Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love. If I survive thee, I will dig thy grave ; And, when I place thee in it, sighing say, " I knew at least one hare that had a friend.
Page 581 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 581 - The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave. Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds— Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage ; for no narrow frith He had to cross.
Page 3 - These leave the sense, their learning to display, And those explain the meaning quite away. You then whose judgment the right course would...
Page 579 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp, whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if he please God in a moment executes with ease), Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till he tune them, all their power and use.
Page 380 - Bowles contends again that the pyramids of Egypt are poetical, because of " the association with boundless deserts," and that a " pyramid of the same dimensions" would not be sublime in " Lincoln's Inn Fields :" not so poetical certainly ; but take away the

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