The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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10. oldal
... followed in 1697 by the tragedy of The Mourning Bride . His last and best comedy , The Way of the World , conspicuous for its all - conquering character of ' Millamant , ' so admirably interpreted by the beautiful Mrs. Bracegirdle , was ...
... followed in 1697 by the tragedy of The Mourning Bride . His last and best comedy , The Way of the World , conspicuous for its all - conquering character of ' Millamant , ' so admirably interpreted by the beautiful Mrs. Bracegirdle , was ...
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... followed a little later by his Pindaric Odes . A more substantial result of his studies in his master's library was The Battle of the Books . In 1694 he took Deacon's , and in 1695 Priest's orders . Ere his death in 1699 Sir William had ...
... followed a little later by his Pindaric Odes . A more substantial result of his studies in his master's library was The Battle of the Books . In 1694 he took Deacon's , and in 1695 Priest's orders . Ere his death in 1699 Sir William had ...
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... followed him to Ireland and died there in 1723. In 1714 , on the death of the Queen , Swift's hopes of further prefer- ment being closed , he withdrew to his deanery , settled in Dublin and com- menced Irishman for life . ' In 1716 he ...
... followed him to Ireland and died there in 1723. In 1714 , on the death of the Queen , Swift's hopes of further prefer- ment being closed , he withdrew to his deanery , settled in Dublin and com- menced Irishman for life . ' In 1716 he ...
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... aim which dominated all writing during the hundred years which followed 1660 be just , it follows from it that the period would be more favourable to prose than to poetry . What in fact came to pass was that ALEXANDER POPE . 57.
... aim which dominated all writing during the hundred years which followed 1660 be just , it follows from it that the period would be more favourable to prose than to poetry . What in fact came to pass was that ALEXANDER POPE . 57.
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... followed his model in entitling his work ' An heroicomical poem , ' the epithet employed by Boileau in the 1709 edition of his Lutrin . It was founded upon an incident which had caused great commotion in the circle of Catholic families ...
... followed his model in entitling his work ' An heroicomical poem , ' the epithet employed by Boileau in the 1709 edition of his Lutrin . It was founded upon an incident which had caused great commotion in the circle of Catholic families ...
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258. oldal - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
563. oldal - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
564. oldal - 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
561. oldal - 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 ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
374. oldal - 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.
330. oldal - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
557. oldal - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
377. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
327. oldal - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
527. oldal - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!