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... Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the Woods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . To the Rev. Mr. Newton • On the Loss of the Royal George Epitaph on a Hare · 463 465 467 • 468 • 470 471 472 473 • 474 On the Death of Mrs ...
... Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the Woods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . To the Rev. Mr. Newton • On the Loss of the Royal George Epitaph on a Hare · 463 465 467 • 468 • 470 471 472 473 • 474 On the Death of Mrs ...
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... Poets ; in 1695 appeared his Address to King William . Having obtained a pension of £ 300 to enable him to travel ... poetry seems flat and languid . His VOL . III . B His Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ...
... Poets ; in 1695 appeared his Address to King William . Having obtained a pension of £ 300 to enable him to travel ... poetry seems flat and languid . His VOL . III . B His Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ...
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... poetry is not free from ' courtly stains , ' it is at least animated by a genuine love of freedom ; and his lines on ... POETS . Extract from The Letter from Italy W J Courthope PAGE.
... poetry is not free from ' courtly stains , ' it is at least animated by a genuine love of freedom ; and his lines on ... POETS . Extract from The Letter from Italy W J Courthope PAGE.
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... poetry of the period intervening between the publication of the Paradise Lost and the Seasons does not contain a single new image of external nature . ' This remark , although rather acute than exact , since the poet forgets both Gay ...
... poetry of the period intervening between the publication of the Paradise Lost and the Seasons does not contain a single new image of external nature . ' This remark , although rather acute than exact , since the poet forgets both Gay ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. becoming a poet . His genius , moreover , was from the first as far removed from that peculiar to poetry as it is possible for any genius of the first rank to be . The power of Swift's prose was the terror of his own ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. becoming a poet . His genius , moreover , was from the first as far removed from that peculiar to poetry as it is possible for any genius of the first rank to be . The power of Swift's prose was the terror of his own ...
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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'?