The English Garden: A Poem. In Four Books

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A. Ward: and sold by J. Dodsley, 1783 - 243 Seiten
 

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Seite 16 - Led by the worst of guides, fell Tyranny, And ruthless Superstition, we now trace Her footsteps with delight ; and pleas'd revere What once had rous'd our hatred.
Seite 207 - For all that nature by her mother wit Could frame in earth, and forme of substance base, Was there, and all that nature did omit, Art playing second natures part, supplyed it.
Seite 4 - Great Nature scorns control : she will not bear One beauty foreign to the spot or soil She gives thee to adorn : 'tis thine alone To mend, not change her features. . Does her hand Stretch forth a level lawn ? Ah, hope not thou To lift the mountain there. Do mountains frown •Around ? Ah, wish not there the level lawn.
Seite 2 - Those magic seeds of fancy, which produce A poet's feeling, and a painter's eye, Come to your votary's aid. For well ye know How...
Seite 199 - On this account, our English gardens are not so entertaining to the fancy as those in France and Italy, where we see a large extent of ground covered over with an agreeable mixture of garden and forest, which represent every where an artificial rudeness, much more charming than that neatness and elegancy which we meet with in those of our own country.
Seite 221 - It is not forty years since the art was born among us ;f and it is sure that there was nothing in Europe like it ; and as sure, we then had no information on this head from China at...
Seite 8 - His reverend image in th' expanse below. If distant hills be wanting, yet our eye Forgets the want, and with delighted gaze Rests on the lovely fore-ground ; there applauds The art, which, varying forms and blending hues, If 5 Gives that harmonious force of shade and light, Which makes the landscape perfect.
Seite 24 - Still fofter than thy fong ; yet was that fong Nor rude, nor inharmonious, when attun'd To paftoral plaint, or tale of flighted love.
Seite 48 - The liberty they lend, oft shalt thou hear Their whistle shrill, and oft their faithful dog Shall with obedient barkings fright the flock From wrong or robbery. The livelong day Meantime rolls lightly o'er their happy heads; They...
Seite 11 - The deep repose of the majestic scene. This deed were impious. Ah, forgive the thought, Thou more than Painter, more than Poet ! HE, Alone thy equal, who was " Fancy's child." Does then the Song forbid the Planter's hand 240 To clothe the distant hills, and veil with woods Their barren summits ? No ; it but forbids All poverty of clothing . Rich the robe, And ample let it flow, that Nature wears On her thron'd eminence : where'er she takes...

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