The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volym 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1906 |
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... kind before him ; at any rate , by the side of the animated judgments of Pope in his Epistle to Augustus , his historical survey of English poetry seems flat and languid . His VOL . III . B His Letter from Italy is certainly his most ...
... kind before him ; at any rate , by the side of the animated judgments of Pope in his Epistle to Augustus , his historical survey of English poetry seems flat and languid . His VOL . III . B His Letter from Italy is certainly his most ...
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... kind are seldom very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford . Whether or no Pope really felt as he pretended , he seemed at least to write with ardour , but the style of ...
... kind are seldom very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford . Whether or no Pope really felt as he pretended , he seemed at least to write with ardour , but the style of ...
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... kind , Where not one careless thought intrudes Less modest than the speech of prudes ; Where never blush was call'd in aid , That spurious virtue in a maid , A virtue but at second - hand ; They blush because they understand . The ...
... kind , Where not one careless thought intrudes Less modest than the speech of prudes ; Where never blush was call'd in aid , That spurious virtue in a maid , A virtue but at second - hand ; They blush because they understand . The ...
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... kind : Not , as his enemies object , From chance , or natural defect ; Not by his frigid constitution ; But through a pious resolution : For he had made a holy vow Of Chastity , as monks do now : Which he resolved to keep for ever hence ...
... kind : Not , as his enemies object , From chance , or natural defect ; Not by his frigid constitution ; But through a pious resolution : For he had made a holy vow Of Chastity , as monks do now : Which he resolved to keep for ever hence ...
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... kind . Some faults we own ; but can you guess ? -Why , virtue's carried to excess , Wherewith our vanity endows us , Though neither foe nor friend allows us . The Lawyer swears ( you may rely on't ) He never squeezed a needy client ...
... kind . Some faults we own ; but can you guess ? -Why , virtue's carried to excess , Wherewith our vanity endows us , Though neither foe nor friend allows us . The Lawyer swears ( you may rely on't ) He never squeezed a needy client ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse bless blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace kings knave lines literary live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers o'er once pain passion perhaps Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'rs praise pride prose rhyme rise round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth turns Twas verse virtue Whig 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...