The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his poetry; by the Rev. John MitfordJ. Mawman, 1816 |
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... pleasure that arose from contributing to preserve the life , and hap- piness of a parent . With a small fortune , which her husband's im- prudence had materially impaired , Mrs. Gray and a maiden sister retired to the house of Mrs ...
... pleasure that arose from contributing to preserve the life , and hap- piness of a parent . With a small fortune , which her husband's im- prudence had materially impaired , Mrs. Gray and a maiden sister retired to the house of Mrs ...
Side xx
... pleasure . Didactic poetry can please only a certain class , because all do not like the trouble of being taught : to relish sublimity in writing requires considera- ble judgement , as well as some portion of genius , and some vigor of ...
... pleasure . Didactic poetry can please only a certain class , because all do not like the trouble of being taught : to relish sublimity in writing requires considera- ble judgement , as well as some portion of genius , and some vigor of ...
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... pleasure in the poem which Gar- rick wrote in their praise , he must have been yet more gratified , when Warburton , while he bestowed on them his honest applause , shewed his indignation at those who condemned , without being able to ...
... pleasure in the poem which Gar- rick wrote in their praise , he must have been yet more gratified , when Warburton , while he bestowed on them his honest applause , shewed his indignation at those who condemned , without being able to ...
Side xlv
... pleasure in contemplating the progress of a virtuous and enlightened mind , early withdrawn from public life to the stillness of the academic cloister ; and confining its pleasures and prospects within the serenity of a studious ...
... pleasure in contemplating the progress of a virtuous and enlightened mind , early withdrawn from public life to the stillness of the academic cloister ; and confining its pleasures and prospects within the serenity of a studious ...
Side li
... pleasure in adding a slight sketch of his character , drawn by a contemporary poet , the late translator of Eschylus . " If there is a writer ( says Mr. Potter ) who more than others has a claim to be exempted from his [ Dr. Johnson's ] ...
... pleasure in adding a slight sketch of his character , drawn by a contemporary poet , the late translator of Eschylus . " If there is a writer ( says Mr. Potter ) who more than others has a claim to be exempted from his [ Dr. Johnson's ] ...
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The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his ... Thomas Gray,John Mitford Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1816 |
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Side 16 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Side 107 - The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 123 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 119 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 116 - Th' applause of list'ning 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...
Side clxvi - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Side 122 - 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 112 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Side 34 - Slow melting strains their queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move 40 The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.
Side 117 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.