English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 sider |
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... wing To take thy flight , thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein , thy pleasing folly , Lies all neglected , all forgot : And pensive , wavering , melancholy , Thou dread'st and hop'st , thou know'st not what . A BETTER ANSWER ...
... wing To take thy flight , thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein , thy pleasing folly , Lies all neglected , all forgot : And pensive , wavering , melancholy , Thou dread'st and hop'st , thou know'st not what . A BETTER ANSWER ...
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... wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms , too fine for mortal sight , Their fluid bodies half dissolved in light . Loose to the wind their airy garments flew , Thin glittering textures of the ...
... wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms , too fine for mortal sight , Their fluid bodies half dissolved in light . Loose to the wind their airy garments flew , Thin glittering textures of the ...
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... wings in vain ; Or alum styptics with contracting power Shrink his thin essence like a rivelled flower ; Or , as Ixion fixed , the wretch shall feel The giddy motion of the whirling mill , In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow , And ...
... wings in vain ; Or alum styptics with contracting power Shrink his thin essence like a rivelled flower ; Or , as Ixion fixed , the wretch shall feel The giddy motion of the whirling mill , In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow , And ...
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Ernest Bernbaum. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair , A thousand wings , by turns , blow back the hair ; And thrice they twitched the diamond in her ear ; Thrice she looked back , and thrice the foe drew near . Just in that ...
Ernest Bernbaum. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair , A thousand wings , by turns , blow back the hair ; And thrice they twitched the diamond in her ear ; Thrice she looked back , and thrice the foe drew near . Just in that ...
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... wing , no seraph's fire ; But thinks , admitted to that equal sky , His faithful dog shall bear him company . IV . Go , wiser thou ! and , in thy scale of sense Weigh thy opinion against Providence ; Call imperfection what thou fanciest ...
... wing , no seraph's fire ; But thinks , admitted to that equal sky , His faithful dog shall bear him company . IV . Go , wiser thou ! and , in thy scale of sense Weigh thy opinion against Providence ; Call imperfection what thou fanciest ...
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Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned crown dear divine dread e'er earth Erasmus Darwin eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre mankind Matthew Prior maun mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poetry poor praise pride proud rage RICHARD JAGO rise round scene sentimentalism shade shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spread springs sweet tears thee thine thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Side 212 - I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned...
Side 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Side 228 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Side 137 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee. Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Side 177 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Side 179 - 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 259 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Side 209 - 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 24 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Side 212 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...