The English Poets: Addison to BlakeMacmillan and Company, 1889 |
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... Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the Woods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . · To the Rev. Mr. Newton . On the Loss of the Royal George Epitaph on a Hare On the Death of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch The Acquiescence of Pure ...
... Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the Woods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . · To the Rev. Mr. Newton . On the Loss of the Royal George Epitaph on a Hare On the Death of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch The Acquiescence of Pure ...
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... English poem was an address to Dryden on the publication of the latter's Transla- tions of Ovid . This was written in his twenty - second year . In 1694 he published , in one of Dryden's Miscellanies , his Account of the Principal English ...
... English poem was an address to Dryden on the publication of the latter's Transla- tions of Ovid . This was written in his twenty - second year . In 1694 he published , in one of Dryden's Miscellanies , his Account of the Principal English ...
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... poetry . He never , like Dryden , prostituted his Muse to utterly unworthy objects ; if his poetry is not free from ' courtly stains , ' it is at least animated by a genuine love of freedom ; and his lines on Liberty are ... ENGLISH POETS .
... poetry . He never , like Dryden , prostituted his Muse to utterly unworthy objects ; if his poetry is not free from ' courtly stains , ' it is at least animated by a genuine love of freedom ; and his lines on Liberty are ... ENGLISH POETS .
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... British minds control Heat of revenge , and noble pride of soul , O'erlook the foe , advantag'd by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host : Though fens and floods possess'd the middle space ... ENGLISH POETS . The Campaign.
... British minds control Heat of revenge , and noble pride of soul , O'erlook the foe , advantag'd by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host : Though fens and floods possess'd the middle space ... ENGLISH POETS . The Campaign.
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... English poets a name entirely and unworthily forgotten . Since Words- worth's mention of Lady Winchilsea , the one piece that he cites has been often reprinted in collections of verse , but it cannot be said that any further effort has ...
... English poets a name entirely and unworthily forgotten . Since Words- worth's mention of Lady Winchilsea , the one piece that he cites has been often reprinted in collections of verse , but it cannot be said that any further effort has ...
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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.