English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... learned think , To espouse His cause by Whom they eat and drink . From hence began that Plot , the nation's curse , Bad in itself but represented worse , 65 Raised in extremes and in extremes decried , With oaths affirmed , with dying ...
... learned think , To espouse His cause by Whom they eat and drink . From hence began that Plot , the nation's curse , Bad in itself but represented worse , 65 Raised in extremes and in extremes decried , With oaths affirmed , with dying ...
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... learned their knack so well That by long use they grew infallible . At last a knowing age began t ' inquire If they the Book or that did them inspire ; 80 And , making narrower search , they found , though late , That what they thought ...
... learned their knack so well That by long use they grew infallible . At last a knowing age began t ' inquire If they the Book or that did them inspire ; 80 And , making narrower search , they found , though late , That what they thought ...
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... learned below . 1685 or 1686 . THE HIND AND THE PANTHER 1686 . FROM PART I A milk - white Hind , immortal and unchanged , Fed on the lawns and in the forest ranged . Without unspotted , innocent within , 185 190 195 She feared no danger ...
... learned below . 1685 or 1686 . THE HIND AND THE PANTHER 1686 . FROM PART I A milk - white Hind , immortal and unchanged , Fed on the lawns and in the forest ranged . Without unspotted , innocent within , 185 190 195 She feared no danger ...
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... learned to blow , While organs yet were mute , Timotheus , to his breathing flute And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame : The sweet ...
... learned to blow , While organs yet were mute , Timotheus , to his breathing flute And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame : The sweet ...
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... learned to act their parts , Receive the news in doleful dumps : " The Dean is dead ( pray , what is trumps ? ) . " " Then Lord have mercy on his soul ! ( Ladies , I'll venture for the vole . ) " " Six deans , they say , must bear the ...
... learned to act their parts , Receive the news in doleful dumps : " The Dean is dead ( pray , what is trumps ? ) . " " Then Lord have mercy on his soul ! ( Ladies , I'll venture for the vole . ) " " Six deans , they say , must bear the ...
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English Poems: The Restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800) Walter Cochrane Bronson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1908 |
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid auld auld lang syne bard beauty beneath blest breast breath charms clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA crown dear death dread Dryden Dunciad e'er earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire fool frae gentle grace green Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart Heav'n Highland laddie king live look Lord Lubberkin lyre Mac Flecknoe maid maun mind Muse Nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once pain passion plain play pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pope pow'r praise pray'r pride queen rage rise round scene shade shining sighs sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spring sweet sylphs tears Thalestris thee thine thou thought toil trembling vale verse wander wave weep wild wind wings wyllowe youth ΙΟ
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Side 241 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Side 283 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth, accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 241 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 357 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing...
Side 239 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 358 - 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...
Side 287 - For even though vanquished he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Side 381 - 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
Side 138 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Side 325 - May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished...