As on the land while here the Ocean gains, 55 In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; 56 Thus in the soul while memory prevails, 57 The solid pow'r of understanding fails; 58 Where beams of warm imagination play, 59 The memory's soft. And Furthermore, he criticize the reader just appreciated the poem blindly. Distrustful sense with modest caution speaks; It still looks home, and short excursions makes; But rattling nonsense in full volleys breaks; And never shock'd, and never turn'd aside, Bursts out, resistless, with a thund'ring tide. First follow nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to architecureal thesis all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Of old, those met Rewards who cou'd excel, And such were Prais'd who but endeavour'd well: Tho' Triumphs were to Gen'rals only due, Crowns were reserv'd to grace the Soldiers too. Our group had a short time to prepare for the first satire we've ever had, An Essay on Criticism. Encourag'd thus, wit's Titans brav'd the skies, And the press groan'd with licenc'd blasphemies. Of Licenses, and the use of 'em by the Ancients. 352 Where-e'er you find the cooling western breeze, 353 In the next line, it whispers thro' the trees ; 354 If crystal streams with pleasing murmurs creep, 355 The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with sleep. 'Tis with our judgements as our watches, none.
I know there are, to whose presumptuous Thoughts Those Freer Beauties, ev'n in Them, seem Faults : Some Figures monstrous and mis-shap'd appear, Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their Light, or Place, Due Distance reconciles to Form and Grace. No longer now that Golden Age appears, When Patriarch-Wits surviv'd thousand Years ; Now Length of Fame (our second Life) is lost, And bare Threescore is all ev'n That can boast: Our Sons their Fathers' failing language see, And such as Chaucer is, shall Dryden. The poem encourages readers to consider things inside it and develop every possible meaning in all directions, as does good to readers. Sense : Some few in that, but Numbers err in this, Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss; A, fool might once himself alone expose, Now, one in, verse makes many more in, prose. 366 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 367 The sound must seem an echo to the sense. 279 All which, exact to rule, were brought about, 280 Were but a Combate in the lists left out.
They judge a poet to be right or wrong depending on whether the tone is smooth or rough. Still green with word essays military communication bays each ancient altar stands, Above the reach of sacrilegious hands, Secure from flames, from envy's fiercer rage, Destructive war, and all-involving age. 283 "Not so by heav'n" (he answers in a rage) 284 "Knights, squires, and steeds, must enter on the stage." 285 The stage can ne'er so vast a throng contain. Meanly they seek the blessing to confine, And force that sun but on a part to shine; Which not alone the southern wit sublimes, But ripens spirits in cold northern climes; Which from the first has shone on ages past, Enlights the present, and shall. 628 Distrustful sense with modest caution speaks, 629 It still looks home, and short excursions makes; 630 But rattling nonsense in full vollies breaks, 631 And never shock'd, and never turn'd aside, 632 Bursts out, resistless, with a thund'ring tyde. 659 He, who supreme in judgment, as in wit, 660 Might boldly censure, as he boldly writ, 661 Yet judg'd with coolness, tho' he sung with fire, 662 His Precepts teach but what his works inspire.