The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... Night - Piece on Death " A Hymn to Contentment The Hermit JOHN GAY ( 1688-1732 ) Extract from The Shepherd's Week A Ballad The Hare with many Friends Black - eyed Susan THOMAS TICKELL ( 1686-1740 ) Edmund W. Gosse 133 • · 135 136 138 ...
... Night - Piece on Death " A Hymn to Contentment The Hermit JOHN GAY ( 1688-1732 ) Extract from The Shepherd's Week A Ballad The Hare with many Friends Black - eyed Susan THOMAS TICKELL ( 1686-1740 ) Edmund W. Gosse 133 • · 135 136 138 ...
vii. oldal
... Night Thoughts : Procrastination , from Night I • The Death of Friends , from Night III Aspiration , from Night IV The Stream of Life , from Night V · 191 • 192 194 . 197 203 Austin Dobson Prof. E. Dowden 206 210 · 214 George Saintsbury ...
... Night Thoughts : Procrastination , from Night I • The Death of Friends , from Night III Aspiration , from Night IV The Stream of Life , from Night V · 191 • 192 194 . 197 203 Austin Dobson Prof. E. Dowden 206 210 · 214 George Saintsbury ...
xi. oldal
... Night Address to the Deil Extract from The Holy Fair Epistle to a Young Friend A Bard's Epitaph Extract from The Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope The Birks of Aberfeldy Of a ' the Airts the Wind can Blaw Auld Lang Syne John Anderson ...
... Night Address to the Deil Extract from The Holy Fair Epistle to a Young Friend A Bard's Epitaph Extract from The Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope The Birks of Aberfeldy Of a ' the Airts the Wind can Blaw Auld Lang Syne John Anderson ...
xii. oldal
... Night Extracts from Songs of Experience . Ah , Sunflower The Tiger The Angel · 574 575 A. Mary F. Robinson 576 578 579 W. J. Courthope 581 586 587 589 590 591 592 7. Comyns Carr 596 бог 601 602 602 • 603 604 . 604 605 605 607 607 608 ...
... Night Extracts from Songs of Experience . Ah , Sunflower The Tiger The Angel · 574 575 A. Mary F. Robinson 576 578 579 W. J. Courthope 581 586 587 589 590 591 592 7. Comyns Carr 596 бог 601 602 602 • 603 604 . 604 605 605 607 607 608 ...
14. oldal
... night : He views the tracts where luminaries rove , To settle seasons here , and fates above ; The bleak Arcturus still forbid the seas , The stormy Kids , the weeping Hyades ; The shining lyre with strains attracting more Heaven's ...
... night : He views the tracts where luminaries rove , To settle seasons here , and fates above ; The bleak Arcturus still forbid the seas , The stormy Kids , the weeping Hyades ; The shining lyre with strains attracting more Heaven's ...
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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!