Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... close correspondence with Stella , and unfortunately won the affections of Miss Vanhomrigh ( Vanessa ) , who followed him to Ireland and died there in 1723. In 1714 , on the death of the Queen , Swift's hopes of further prefer- ment ...
... close correspondence with Stella , and unfortunately won the affections of Miss Vanhomrigh ( Vanessa ) , who followed him to Ireland and died there in 1723. In 1714 , on the death of the Queen , Swift's hopes of further prefer- ment ...
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... close of the seventeenth and during the end of the eighteenth centuries , almost every English writer - apart from those purely scientific — had to pay toll to what he called the Muses . Bunyan seems to have written his bad lines to ...
... close of the seventeenth and during the end of the eighteenth centuries , almost every English writer - apart from those purely scientific — had to pay toll to what he called the Muses . Bunyan seems to have written his bad lines to ...
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... close of the eighteenth century . A better denomination for the period of our literature which extends from the Restoration to the French Revolution is ' the classical period . ' And this is not to be taken to mean that English writers ...
... close of the eighteenth century . A better denomination for the period of our literature which extends from the Restoration to the French Revolution is ' the classical period . ' And this is not to be taken to mean that English writers ...
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... close to be of use in aiding us to realise Pope's merit . Because , after Pope , his trick of versification became common property , and ' every warbler had his tune by heart , ' we are apt to overlook the merit of the first invention ...
... close to be of use in aiding us to realise Pope's merit . Because , after Pope , his trick of versification became common property , and ' every warbler had his tune by heart , ' we are apt to overlook the merit of the first invention ...
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... close to him , the manners , passions , prejudices , sentiments , of his own day , has only such merit - little enough — which wit divorced from truth can have . He is at his best only where the delicacies and subtle felicities of his ...
... close to him , the manners , passions , prejudices , sentiments , of his own day , has only such merit - little enough — which wit divorced from truth can have . He is at his best only where the delicacies and subtle felicities of his ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour lines literary live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'rs praise pride prose rhyme rise round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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Página 369 - 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 366 - 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 556 - 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 539 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 512 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Página 592 - 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;
Página 595 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
Página 248 - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
Página 278 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Página 361 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.