The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... half - drowned in interest and prose ? By Greece and past ages what need I be tried , When the Hague and the present are both on my side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good ...
... half - drowned in interest and prose ? By Greece and past ages what need I be tried , When the Hague and the present are both on my side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good ...
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... many of which , like the epigrams that disfigure the otherwise exquisite pages of Herrick , have all the coarseness with only half the wit of Martial . His addresses to women are , as might be expected , JONATHAN SWIFT . 37.
... many of which , like the epigrams that disfigure the otherwise exquisite pages of Herrick , have all the coarseness with only half the wit of Martial . His addresses to women are , as might be expected , JONATHAN SWIFT . 37.
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... half the street . The turnkey now his flock returning sees , Duly let out a - nights to steal for fees : The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands , And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands . HORACE , BOOK IV . ODE IX ...
... half the street . The turnkey now his flock returning sees , Duly let out a - nights to steal for fees : The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands , And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands . HORACE , BOOK IV . ODE IX ...
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... half already done , The child with native beauty shone ; The outward form no help required : Each , breathing on her thrice , inspired That gentle , soft , engaging air , Which in old times adorn'd the fair : And said , ' Vanessa be the ...
... half already done , The child with native beauty shone ; The outward form no help required : Each , breathing on her thrice , inspired That gentle , soft , engaging air , Which in old times adorn'd the fair : And said , ' Vanessa be the ...
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... , is sorry for ' t , His ears are half a foot too short ; Which could he to the standard bring , He'd show his face before the king : Then for his voice , there's none disputes That he's 44 THE ENGLISH POETS . The Beasts' Confession.
... , is sorry for ' t , His ears are half a foot too short ; Which could he to the standard bring , He'd show his face before the king : Then for his voice , there's none disputes That he's 44 THE ENGLISH POETS . The Beasts' Confession.
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Página 258 - 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.
Página 563 - 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
Página 564 - 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
Página 561 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Página 374 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 330 - 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.
Página 557 - 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. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 377 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
Página 327 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, 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...
Página 527 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!