The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volym 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1906 |
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... sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a ...
... sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a ...
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... reference has been made , are still in the possession of her family , it is highly desirable that they should be given to the world . EDMUND W. Gosse TO THE NIGHTINGALE . Exert thy voice , sweet harbinger 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... reference has been made , are still in the possession of her family , it is highly desirable that they should be given to the world . EDMUND W. Gosse TO THE NIGHTINGALE . Exert thy voice , sweet harbinger 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... sweet harbinger of Spring ! This moment is thy time to sing , This moment I attend to praise , And set my numbers to ... Sweet ! oh sweet ! still sweeter yet ! Can thy words such accents fit ? Canst thou syllables refine , Melt a sense ...
... sweet harbinger of Spring ! This moment is thy time to sing , This moment I attend to praise , And set my numbers to ... Sweet ! oh sweet ! still sweeter yet ! Can thy words such accents fit ? Canst thou syllables refine , Melt a sense ...
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... sweets , until thy reign , Could shock the sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And ...
... sweets , until thy reign , Could shock the sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And ...
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... sweet nepenthe of a court ; There , where no father's , brother's , friend's , disgrace Once break their rest , or stir them from their place : But past the sense of human miseries , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek ...
... sweet nepenthe of a court ; There , where no father's , brother's , friend's , disgrace Once break their rest , or stir them from their place : But past the sense of human miseries , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek ...
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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...