The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volym 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1906 |
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... Fall of Wolsey The True Objects of Desire W. E. Henley 230 • 233 234 • 236 238 T. Arnold 239 • 241 · 242 W. J. Courthope 245 · Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to the Comedy of A Word to the Wise ...
... Fall of Wolsey The True Objects of Desire W. E. Henley 230 • 233 234 • 236 238 T. Arnold 239 • 241 · 242 W. J. Courthope 245 · Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to the Comedy of A Word to the Wise ...
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... falls back upon the old threadbare devices for describing the unde- scribable . His is the ' nameless charm ' of Piron's epigram , —that fugitive je ne sais quoi of gaiety , of wit , of grace , of audacity , it is impossible to say what ...
... falls back upon the old threadbare devices for describing the unde- scribable . His is the ' nameless charm ' of Piron's epigram , —that fugitive je ne sais quoi of gaiety , of wit , of grace , of audacity , it is impossible to say what ...
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... fall , Who then their evening dews may spare , When thou no longer art their care , But shalt , like ancient heroes , burn And some bright hearth be made thy urn . A NOCTURNAL Reverie . In such a night , when 30 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... fall , Who then their evening dews may spare , When thou no longer art their care , But shalt , like ancient heroes , burn And some bright hearth be made thy urn . A NOCTURNAL Reverie . In such a night , when 30 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... falling waters we distinctly hear ; When through the gloom more venerable shows Some ancient fabric awful in repose ; While sunburned hills their swarthy looks conceal , And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale ; When the loosed horse ...
... falling waters we distinctly hear ; When through the gloom more venerable shows Some ancient fabric awful in repose ; While sunburned hills their swarthy looks conceal , And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale ; When the loosed horse ...
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... fall of energy why Swift's Hudibrastic jingle should cease , any more than why the waves of Spenser's stanza should not roll for ever . The other merits of our author's verse are those of his prose - condensation , pith , always the ...
... fall of energy why Swift's Hudibrastic jingle should cease , any more than why the waves of Spenser's stanza should not roll for ever . The other merits of our author's verse are those of his prose - condensation , pith , always the ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel fool GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour lines live Lord Lord Hervey lyre mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'rs praise pride prose rhyme rise round satire sense shade shine smile soft song soul spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue wind wise write youth
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Sida 321 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Sida 532 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Sida 378 - 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 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 607 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Sida 553 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Sida 332 - Await alike the inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Sida 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Sida 290 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Sida 332 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...