English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... Poor Suff'ring Heart To My Dear Friend , Mr. Congreve . Alexander's Feast ; or , The Power of Music . From Palamon and Arcite From Translations from Homer Hunting Song . ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA The Tree To the Nightingale 60 61 + ...
... Poor Suff'ring Heart To My Dear Friend , Mr. Congreve . Alexander's Feast ; or , The Power of Music . From Palamon and Arcite From Translations from Homer Hunting Song . ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA The Tree To the Nightingale 60 61 + ...
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... Poor Mailie's Elegy The Cotter's Saturday Night To a Mouse To a Mountain Daisy To a Louse . From Epistle to J. Lapraik Address to Edinburgh Green Grow the Rashes , O Of A ' the Airts Auld Lang Syne Tam Glen John Anderson , My Jo Tam O ...
... Poor Mailie's Elegy The Cotter's Saturday Night To a Mouse To a Mountain Daisy To a Louse . From Epistle to J. Lapraik Address to Edinburgh Green Grow the Rashes , O Of A ' the Airts Auld Lang Syne Tam Glen John Anderson , My Jo Tam O ...
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... poor heart alone is harmed , Whilst thine the victor is , and free . 15 5 ΙΟ 15 1677 . JOHN WILMOT , EARL OF ROCHESTER LOVE AND LIFE All my past life is mine no more ; The flying hours are gone , Like transitory dreams given o'er ...
... poor heart alone is harmed , Whilst thine the victor is , and free . 15 5 ΙΟ 15 1677 . JOHN WILMOT , EARL OF ROCHESTER LOVE AND LIFE All my past life is mine no more ; The flying hours are gone , Like transitory dreams given o'er ...
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... And if man could have reason , none has more , That made his paunch so rich and him so poor . With wealth he was not trusted , for Heaven knew ΙΟ 15 20 25 3309 35 What ' t was of old to pamper up a 28 ENGLISH POEMS From Part II.
... And if man could have reason , none has more , That made his paunch so rich and him so poor . With wealth he was not trusted , for Heaven knew ΙΟ 15 20 25 3309 35 What ' t was of old to pamper up a 28 ENGLISH POEMS From Part II.
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... poor , with rev'rence speaking , 45 He never was a poet of God's making : The midwife laid her hand on his thick skull , With this prophetic blessing , “ Be thou dull ; " Drink , swear , and roar , forbear no lewd delight Fit for thy ...
... poor , with rev'rence speaking , 45 He never was a poet of God's making : The midwife laid her hand on his thick skull , With this prophetic blessing , “ Be thou dull ; " Drink , swear , and roar , forbear no lewd delight Fit for thy ...
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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...