The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volym 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1906 |
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... Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains may the sun refine The ...
... Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains may the sun refine The ...
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... loss of riches or of fame , Or the vain toys the vulgar pleasures name , ' Tis nothing , Celia , but the losing thee ! THE DESPAIRING LOVER . Distracted with care For Phyllis the 8 .00 THE ENGLISH POETS . To His Book (1691) Sonnet.
... loss of riches or of fame , Or the vain toys the vulgar pleasures name , ' Tis nothing , Celia , but the losing thee ! THE DESPAIRING LOVER . Distracted with care For Phyllis the 8 .00 THE ENGLISH POETS . To His Book (1691) Sonnet.
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... thee in prose : And they have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you know Child ) the sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run ; At night he ...
... thee in prose : And they have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you know Child ) the sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run ; At night he ...
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... thee ' tis given To live alas ! one moment sets us even . Mark ! how impartial is the will of Heaven | - LADY WINCHILSEA . [ ANNE FINCH , Countess of Winchilsea 26 THE ENGLISH POETS . Epigram Another For my own Tombstone.
... thee ' tis given To live alas ! one moment sets us even . Mark ! how impartial is the will of Heaven | - LADY WINCHILSEA . [ ANNE FINCH , Countess of Winchilsea 26 THE ENGLISH POETS . Epigram Another For my own Tombstone.
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... thee . When thou to birds dost shelter give Thou music dost from them receive ; If travellers beneath thee stay Till storms have worn themselves away , That time in praising thee they spend , And thy protecting power commend ; The ...
... thee . When thou to birds dost shelter give Thou music dost from them receive ; If travellers beneath thee stay Till storms have worn themselves away , That time in praising thee they spend , And thy protecting power commend ; The ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 3 Thomas Humphry Ward Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1890 |
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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...