English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... well as you , Who daily counsel me Fame and ambition to pursue , And leave off loving thee . 15 But when the least regard I show To fools who 6 ENGLISH POEMS On a Lady Who Fancied Herself a Beauty Song (Phyllis, for shame)
... well as you , Who daily counsel me Fame and ambition to pursue , And leave off loving thee . 15 But when the least regard I show To fools who 6 ENGLISH POEMS On a Lady Who Fancied Herself a Beauty Song (Phyllis, for shame)
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... leave us To rail at you in vain . Before we have descried it , There is no bliss beside it ; But she that once has tried it Will never love again . The passion you pretended , Was only to obtain ; But when the charm is ended , The ...
... leave us To rail at you in vain . Before we have descried it , There is no bliss beside it ; But she that once has tried it Will never love again . The passion you pretended , Was only to obtain ; But when the charm is ended , The ...
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... leave what with his toil he won To that unfeathered , two - legged thing , a son , Got while his soul did huddled notions try , And born a shapeless lump , like anarchy . In friendship false , implacable in hate , Resolved to ruin or to ...
... leave what with his toil he won To that unfeathered , two - legged thing , a son , Got while his soul did huddled notions try , And born a shapeless lump , like anarchy . In friendship false , implacable in hate , Resolved to ruin or to ...
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... Leave the warm people no considering time , For then rebellion may be thought a crime . Prevail yourself of what occasion gives , But try your title while your father lives ; And , that your arms may have a fair pretence , Proclaim you ...
... Leave the warm people no considering time , For then rebellion may be thought a crime . Prevail yourself of what occasion gives , But try your title while your father lives ; And , that your arms may have a fair pretence , Proclaim you ...
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... Leave writing plays , and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in Acrostic Land : There thou mayst wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways ; Or if thou wouldst thy diff'rent talents suit ...
... Leave writing plays , and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in Acrostic Land : There thou mayst wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways ; Or if thou wouldst thy diff'rent talents suit ...
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English Poems: The Restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800) Walter Cochrane Bronson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1908 |
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Sida 241 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Sida 283 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth, accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Sida 241 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Sida 357 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing...
Sida 239 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Sida 358 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Sida 287 - For even though vanquished he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Sida 381 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Sida 138 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Sida 325 - May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished...