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... Pope • 32 · 33 JONATHAN SWIFT ( 1667-1745 ) A Description of the Morning Horace , Book IV , Ode IX . Addressed to Archbishop King , 1718 Apollo's Edict . Occasioned by ' News from Parnassus ' Extract from Cadenus and Vanessa The Beasts ...
... Pope • 32 · 33 JONATHAN SWIFT ( 1667-1745 ) A Description of the Morning Horace , Book IV , Ode IX . Addressed to Archbishop King , 1718 Apollo's Edict . Occasioned by ' News from Parnassus ' Extract from Cadenus and Vanessa The Beasts ...
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... Pope , and Goldsmith write on themes which seem un- propitious when compared with the materials of the Elizabethan poets ; but the best work of these three poets is , in its class , first - rate ; Addison's work is never more than ...
... Pope , and Goldsmith write on themes which seem un- propitious when compared with the materials of the Elizabethan poets ; but the best work of these three poets is , in its class , first - rate ; Addison's work is never more than ...
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... Pope . Poems of this kind are seldom.very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford . Whether or no Pope really felt as he pretended , he seemed at least to write with ...
... Pope . Poems of this kind are seldom.very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford . Whether or no Pope really felt as he pretended , he seemed at least to write with ...
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... Pope . The lines of the latter , written in 1709 , are familiar to most readers , but may be quoted here : 6 To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known , And every author's merit , but his own ; Such late was Walsh - the Muse's judge ...
... Pope . The lines of the latter , written in 1709 , are familiar to most readers , but may be quoted here : 6 To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known , And every author's merit , but his own ; Such late was Walsh - the Muse's judge ...
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... Pope did not disdain to re - work on his own anvil into brighter shapes . It should be noted that Walsh is the author of the only sonnet written in English between Milton's , in 1658 , and Warton's , about 1750 . EDMUND W. Gosse . TO ...
... Pope did not disdain to re - work on his own anvil into brighter shapes . It should be noted that Walsh is the author of the only sonnet written in English between Milton's , in 1658 , and Warton's , about 1750 . EDMUND W. Gosse . TO ...
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admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath charm Chatterton Cowper criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues EDWARD DOWDEN Elegy English English poetry Epistle ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel fool frae genius gentle GEORGE SAINTSBURY Goldsmith grace grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole Isocrates kings labour literary live Lord lyre mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers o'er once pain passion Pembroke Hall perhaps Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise pride prose rise round satire sense shade sing smile song soul sound spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things THOMAS WARTON thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue wave wind write youth
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Side 567 - 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
Side 288 - 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...
Side 566 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 263 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within.
Side 335 - 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.
Side 262 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Side 562 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd 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...
Side 481 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Side 374 - 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 376 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly. For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state To spurn imploring famine from the gate; But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!