The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 |
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... side of the animated judgments of Pope in his Epistle to Augustus , his historical survey of English poetry seems flat and languid VOL . III . B His His Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ; JOSEPH ADDISON ...
... side of the animated judgments of Pope in his Epistle to Augustus , his historical survey of English poetry seems flat and languid VOL . III . B His His Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ; JOSEPH ADDISON ...
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... sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments projecting , And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get , But a neck when once broker Can never be set , And , that he could die Whenever he would , Whereas he ...
... sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments projecting , And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get , But a neck when once broker Can never be set , And , that he could die Whenever he would , Whereas he ...
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... side by side with the polish and smoothness which are its great merits . Except for its versification , which not only long preceded Pope , but also anticipated Addison's happiest effort by some years , The Dispensary is not now an ...
... side by side with the polish and smoothness which are its great merits . Except for its versification , which not only long preceded Pope , but also anticipated Addison's happiest effort by some years , The Dispensary is not now an ...
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... sides he shakes the fleecy snow . Around this hoary prince , from watery beds , His subject islands raise their verdant heads ; The waves so gently wash each rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring ...
... sides he shakes the fleecy snow . Around this hoary prince , from watery beds , His subject islands raise their verdant heads ; The waves so gently wash each rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring ...
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... side i And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good Vandergoes and his provident Vrouw , As they gaze on my triumph , do freely allow , That , search all the province , you'll find no ...
... side i And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good Vandergoes and his provident Vrouw , As they gaze on my triumph , do freely allow , That , search all the province , you'll find no ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
40 cents admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blest born breast breath Burns charm Chatterton criticism dear death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues Edited English Classics Series English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fame fate fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart heaven King labour literary live Lord Lord Hervey lyre Macmillan's English Classics mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise pride prose rhyme round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen sweet Swift taste tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas verse virtue W. W. SKEAT Whig wind write youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 331 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Side 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Side 535 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Side 262 - 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 stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Side 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;
Side 532 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Side 464 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Side 90 - 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 561 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.
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...