Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... poetical art - that what he is saying is expressed better in verse than it could be expressed in prose . Nor is this to be attributed to the comparatively prosaic nature of the subjects he undertakes . Dryden , Pope , and Goldsmith ...
... poetical art - that what he is saying is expressed better in verse than it could be expressed in prose . Nor is this to be attributed to the comparatively prosaic nature of the subjects he undertakes . Dryden , Pope , and Goldsmith ...
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... poetical design . The same is true of Addison's complimentary verse compared with that of Pope . Poems of this kind are seldom very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford ...
... poetical design . The same is true of Addison's complimentary verse compared with that of Pope . Poems of this kind are seldom very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford ...
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... poetical remains of Congreve , especially when considered in connection with those remarkable dramatic works which achieved for him so swift and splendid a reputation , have but a slender claim to vitality . His brilliant and audacious ...
... poetical remains of Congreve , especially when considered in connection with those remarkable dramatic works which achieved for him so swift and splendid a reputation , have but a slender claim to vitality . His brilliant and audacious ...
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... poem , the frigid paraphrase of the fine old ballad of The Not - Browne Maid to which he gave the title of ' Henry and Emma , ' although it contains the oft - quoted ( and mis - quoted ) ' Fine ... poetical attitude is 18 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... poem , the frigid paraphrase of the fine old ballad of The Not - Browne Maid to which he gave the title of ' Henry and Emma , ' although it contains the oft - quoted ( and mis - quoted ) ' Fine ... poetical attitude is 18 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. That is to say , his favourite poetical attitude is rather cynical than enthusiastic - rather material than ideal . Now and then , as in the verses To a Child of Quality five years old , he can assume a playful ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. That is to say , his favourite poetical attitude is rather cynical than enthusiastic - rather material than ideal . Now and then , as in the verses To a Child of Quality five years old , he can assume a playful ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour lines literary live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion 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 tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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369. 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.
366. oldal - 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.
556. 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
539. oldal - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
512. oldal - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
592. oldal - 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;
595. oldal - 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 ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
248. oldal - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
278. oldal - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
361. oldal - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.