English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... shades below ; Without , grim Death rides barefaced in their sight , And urges ent'ring billows as they flow : 15 When one dire shot , the last they could supply , Close by the board the Prince's mainmast bore ; All three now helpless ...
... shades below ; Without , grim Death rides barefaced in their sight , And urges ent'ring billows as they flow : 15 When one dire shot , the last they could supply , Close by the board the Prince's mainmast bore ; All three now helpless ...
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... shade the plain , And , spread in solemn state , supinely reign . Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee , Thou last great prophet of tautology . Even I , a dunce of more renown than they , Was sent before but to prepare thy way ...
... shade the plain , And , spread in solemn state , supinely reign . Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee , Thou last great prophet of tautology . Even I , a dunce of more renown than they , Was sent before but to prepare thy way ...
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... shades And perspectives of pleasant glades , Where nymphs of brightest form appear , And shaggy satyrs standing near , Which them at once admire and fear ; The ruins too of some majestic piece , Boasting the pow'r of ancient Rome or ...
... shades And perspectives of pleasant glades , Where nymphs of brightest form appear , And shaggy satyrs standing near , Which them at once admire and fear ; The ruins too of some majestic piece , Boasting the pow'r of ancient Rome or ...
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... my fame pursue , But shade those laurels which descend to you ; And take for tribute what these lines express- You merit more , nor could my love do less . 1693 . 70 75 ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC A 52 ENGLISH POEMS.
... my fame pursue , But shade those laurels which descend to you ; And take for tribute what these lines express- You merit more , nor could my love do less . 1693 . 70 75 ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC A 52 ENGLISH POEMS.
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... shaded by the fern in harbour lay , And , thence dislodged , was wont to leave the wood For open fields , and cross the crystal flood . Approached , and looking underneath the sun , He saw proud Arcite and fierce Palamon , In mortal ...
... shaded by the fern in harbour lay , And , thence dislodged , was wont to leave the wood For open fields , and cross the crystal flood . Approached , and looking underneath the sun , He saw proud Arcite and fierce Palamon , In mortal ...
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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...