The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, 3. kötetMacmillan, 1881 |
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9. oldal
... sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments projecting , And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get , But a neck when once broken Can never be set , And , that he could die Whenever he would , Whereas he ...
... sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments projecting , And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get , But a neck when once broken Can never be set , And , that he could die Whenever he would , Whereas he ...
13. oldal
... side by side with the polish and smoothness which are its great merits . Except for its versification , which not only long preceded Pope , but also anticipated Addison's happiest effort by some years , The Dispensary is not now an ...
... side by side with the polish and smoothness which are its great merits . Except for its versification , which not only long preceded Pope , but also anticipated Addison's happiest effort by some years , The Dispensary is not now an ...
14. oldal
... sides he shakes the fleecy snow . Around this hoary prince , from watery beds , His subject islands raise their verdant heads ; The waves so gently wash each rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring ...
... sides he shakes the fleecy snow . Around this hoary prince , from watery beds , His subject islands raise their verdant heads ; The waves so gently wash each rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring ...
20. oldal
... side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good Vandergoes and his provident Vrouw , As they gaze on my triumph , do freely allow , That , search all the province , you'll find no ...
... side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good Vandergoes and his provident Vrouw , As they gaze on my triumph , do freely allow , That , search all the province , you'll find no ...
22. oldal
... much I argued on your side . You , far from danger as from fear , Might have sustained an open fight : For seldom your opinions err ; Your eyes are always in the right . Why , fair one , would you not rely On 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... much I argued on your side . You , far from danger as from fear , Might have sustained an open fight : For seldom your opinions err ; Your eyes are always in the right . Why , fair one , would you not rely On 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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admiration Ambrose Philips auld beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blest born breast breath Burns charm Chatterton Cowper dear death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel flowers fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart heaven Horace Walpole human King labour lassie literary live Lord Lord Hervey lyre lyric 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 praise pride prose rhyme round satire sense shade sing smile song soul spirit Spleen sweet taste tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil truth Twas verse virtue weel Whig wind wings write youth
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263. 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 stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
332. oldal - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
287. oldal - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
288. oldal - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
333. oldal - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
567. 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
532. oldal - 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...
335. oldal - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' THE EPITAPH 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. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
473. oldal - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
260. 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.