The Poets Laureate of England: Their History and Their OdesSir I. Pitman & sons, Limited, 1914 - 315 oldal |
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The Poets Laureate of England: Their History and Their Odes (Classic Reprint) William Forbes Gray Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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Absalom and Achitophel admiration Alfred Austin appointment Austin bard Ben Jonson Berkeley CALIFORNIA LIBRARY career character Charles Church cloth gilt Colley Cibber comedy Court poet critical crown 8vo D'Avenant D'Avenant's death demy 8vo drama dramatist Dryden Duke Dunciad edition England English poetry entitled Eusden fame favour genius George gilt top Gondibert grace Henry honour illustrations interest James John Jonson King Laureate odes Laureate's Laureateship laurel letter literary Lord Chamberlain MacFlecknoe Majesty masques Memoir Muses Nahum Tate NICHOLAS ROWE Oxford peace pension play poem Poet Laureate poet's poetical political Pope popular praise Prince Queen reign ridiculous Riflemen ROBERT HUGH BENSON Rowe Rowe's royal satire says Scott Shadwell Shadwell's Shakespeare sonnet Southey Southey's stanza Tate Tennyson theatre thee THOMAS SHADWELL Thomas Warton thou throne tion tragedy UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse volume Warton Whig Whitehead William Wordsworth write wrote
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110. oldal - AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase ; So longs my soul, O GOD, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my GOD, the living GOD, My thirsty soul doth pine ; O ! when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine...
68. oldal - Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he Should only rule who most resembles me. Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, Mature in dullness from his tender years; Shadwell alone of all my sons is he Who stands confirmed in full stupidity. The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
262. oldal - O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign, From growing commerce loose her latest chain, And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly To happy havens under all the sky, And mix the seasons and the golden hours ; Till each man find his own in all men's good, And all men work in noble brotherhood...
264. oldal - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
112. oldal - He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left: And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a...
259. oldal - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen...
264. oldal - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low.
269. oldal - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music...
266. oldal - Hark cannonade, fusillade! is it true what was told by the scout, Outram and Havelock breaking their way through the fell mutineers ? Surely the pibroch of Europe is ringing again in our ears! All on a sudden the garrison utter a jubilant shout, Havelock's glorious Highlanders answer with conquering cheers...
191. oldal - Wheresoe'er I turn my view, All is Strange, yet nothing new: Endless labour all along, Endless labour to be wrong; Phrase that Time has flung away; Uncouth words in disarray, Trick'd in antique ruff and bonnet, Ode, and elegy, and sonnet.