The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a ...
... sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a ...
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... reference has been made , are still in the possession of her family , it is highly desirable that they should be given to the world . EDMUND W. GOSSE TO THE NIGHTINGALE . Exert thy voice , sweet harbinger 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... reference has been made , are still in the possession of her family , it is highly desirable that they should be given to the world . EDMUND W. GOSSE TO THE NIGHTINGALE . Exert thy voice , sweet harbinger 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... Sweet ! oh sweet ! still sweeter yet ! Can thy words such accents fit ? Canst thou syllables refine , Melt a sense that shall retain Still some spirit of the brain , Till with sounds like those it join ? ' Twill not be ! then change thy ...
... Sweet ! oh sweet ! still sweeter yet ! Can thy words such accents fit ? Canst thou syllables refine , Melt a sense that shall retain Still some spirit of the brain , Till with sounds like those it join ? ' Twill not be ! then change thy ...
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... sweets , until thy reign , Could shock the sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And ...
... sweets , until thy reign , Could shock the sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And ...
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... sweet nepenthe of a court ; There , where no father's , brother's , friend's , disgrace Once break their rest , or stir them from their place : But past the sense of human miseries , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek ...
... sweet nepenthe of a court ; There , where no father's , brother's , friend's , disgrace Once break their rest , or stir them from their place : But past the sense of human miseries , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek ...
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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!