English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... poets and schools of poetry , ( 2 ) to print entire poems or entire parts of poems , whenever possible , ( 3 ) to follow the ... poet's view of poetry in his own words , furnish material ( chiefly variant readings and literary sources ) ...
... poets and schools of poetry , ( 2 ) to print entire poems or entire parts of poems , whenever possible , ( 3 ) to follow the ... poet's view of poetry in his own words , furnish material ( chiefly variant readings and literary sources ) ...
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... Poets . From The Campaign MATTHEW PRIOR To a Child of Quality Five Years Old To a Lady A Simile An Ode A Better Answer . 588 61 62 63 64 66 67 11889 68 69 70 70 JONATHAN SWIFT A Description of the Morning 71 Stella's Birthday , March 13 ...
... Poets . From The Campaign MATTHEW PRIOR To a Child of Quality Five Years Old To a Lady A Simile An Ode A Better Answer . 588 61 62 63 64 66 67 11889 68 69 70 70 JONATHAN SWIFT A Description of the Morning 71 Stella's Birthday , March 13 ...
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... , 20 The first of this and hindmost of the last . A losing gamester , let him sneak away ; He bears no ready money from the play . The fate which governs poets thought it fit He should 18 ENGLISH POEMS Prologue to "Aureng-Zebe"
... , 20 The first of this and hindmost of the last . A losing gamester , let him sneak away ; He bears no ready money from the play . The fate which governs poets thought it fit He should 18 ENGLISH POEMS Prologue to "Aureng-Zebe"
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... poet is , though he's the poet's horse . 65 70 70 A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull , For writing treason and for writing dull ; To die for faction is a common evil , But to be hanged for nonsense is the Devil . Hadst thou the ...
... poet is , though he's the poet's horse . 65 70 70 A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull , For writing treason and for writing dull ; To die for faction is a common evil , But to be hanged for nonsense is the Devil . Hadst thou the ...
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Walter Cochrane Bronson. MAC FLECKNOE OR , A SATIRE ON THE TRUE BLUE PROTESTANT POET , T. S. All human things are subject to decay , And when Fate summons , monarchs must obey . This Flecknoe found , who , like Augustus , young Was ...
Walter Cochrane Bronson. MAC FLECKNOE OR , A SATIRE ON THE TRUE BLUE PROTESTANT POET , T. S. All human things are subject to decay , And when Fate summons , monarchs must obey . This Flecknoe found , who , like Augustus , young Was ...
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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...