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... Castle of Indolence . Book I JOHN ARMSTRONG ( 1709–1779 ) · PAGE Prof. W. Minto 159 · 163 • · 165 · 166 · • 167 George Saintsbury 168 · 173 174 · 175 176 • 178 • 178 George Saintsbury 183 Extract from The Art of Preserving Health , Book ...
... Castle of Indolence . Book I JOHN ARMSTRONG ( 1709–1779 ) · PAGE Prof. W. Minto 159 · 163 • · 165 · 166 · • 167 George Saintsbury 168 · 173 174 · 175 176 • 178 • 178 George Saintsbury 183 Extract from The Art of Preserving Health , Book ...
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... Castle of Indolence appeared in 1746 , two years before Thomson's death . ] No competent criticism of any school has ever denied Thomson's claim to a place , high if not of the highest , among poets of the second order . His immense and ...
... Castle of Indolence appeared in 1746 , two years before Thomson's death . ] No competent criticism of any school has ever denied Thomson's claim to a place , high if not of the highest , among poets of the second order . His immense and ...
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... Castle of Indolence in respect of metrical proficiency . Now this excellence of form , whatever some critics may think , is a very important element in enduring popularity , because it is not liable to danger from changes of fashion ...
... Castle of Indolence in respect of metrical proficiency . Now this excellence of form , whatever some critics may think , is a very important element in enduring popularity , because it is not liable to danger from changes of fashion ...
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... Castle of Indolence is even better . The second book does not indeed deserve quite so much praise as the first , being written evidently with less relish , and containing a good deal of otiose and conventional matter . But the first ...
... Castle of Indolence is even better . The second book does not indeed deserve quite so much praise as the first , being written evidently with less relish , and containing a good deal of otiose and conventional matter . But the first ...
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... Indolence , the striking passage where the shepherd of the Hebrid Isles ' appears , and that describing the fancies ... Castle of Indolence . GEORCE SAINTSBURY . A SNOW SCENE . [ From Winter . ] The 172 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... Indolence , the striking passage where the shepherd of the Hebrid Isles ' appears , and that describing the fancies ... Castle of Indolence . GEORCE SAINTSBURY . A SNOW SCENE . [ From Winter . ] The 172 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Página 604 - 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;
Página 375 - Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruined grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share...
Página 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 561 - 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.
Página 479 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu l But was it such ? — It was.
Página 534 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Página 562 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; . For dear to me, as light and life, \ Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow, and locked embrace, Our parting was fu...
Página 536 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Página 474 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
Página 381 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.