Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1921 |
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... labours of the ' Iliad . ' And indeed not every Muse , but all the world seem to have looked kindly on the fortunate young Horatian whom the noble Dorset had taken from the Rummer tavern to be suc- cessively a Secretary of Embassy , a ...
... labours of the ' Iliad . ' And indeed not every Muse , but all the world seem to have looked kindly on the fortunate young Horatian whom the noble Dorset had taken from the Rummer tavern to be suc- cessively a Secretary of Embassy , a ...
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... labour assiduous due pleasure I mix , And in one day atone for the business of six ; In a little Dutch - chaise on a Saturday night , On my left hand my Horace , a Nymph on my right ; No Mémoire to compose and no Post - boy to move That ...
... labour assiduous due pleasure I mix , And in one day atone for the business of six ; In a little Dutch - chaise on a Saturday night , On my left hand my Horace , a Nymph on my right ; No Mémoire to compose and no Post - boy to move That ...
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... virtues lie obscure ; Or suffer Envy to conceal Your labours for the public weal . Within your breast all wisdom lies , Either to govern or advise ; Your steady soul preserves her frame , In good and JONATHAN SWIFT . 39.
... virtues lie obscure ; Or suffer Envy to conceal Your labours for the public weal . Within your breast all wisdom lies , Either to govern or advise ; Your steady soul preserves her frame , In good and JONATHAN SWIFT . 39.
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... labour . It was no longer possible to take a sheet of paper , and write out your thoughts as fast as the pen would move . ' The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease ' were distanced in the race . It was evident that , under the new ...
... labour . It was no longer possible to take a sheet of paper , and write out your thoughts as fast as the pen would move . ' The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease ' were distanced in the race . It was evident that , under the new ...
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... labour was disdained as the badge of an unimaginative and artificial school . The sounder judgment of a riper period of criticism can now do justice to the writers of our classical period . What they had not got we know well enough ...
... labour was disdained as the badge of an unimaginative and artificial school . The sounder judgment of a riper period of criticism can now do justice to the writers of our classical period . What they had not got we know well enough ...
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Sida 568 - 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 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Sida 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Sida 331 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Sida 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Sida 373 - ... how often have I blessed the coming day when toil remitting lent its turn to play, and all the village train, from labour free, led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Sida 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Sida 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Sida 551 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Sida 565 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?