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163 Patie and Peggy . . . . . . . . . 165 Through the Wood , Laddie . . . . . . . . 166 An
thou were my ain thing . . . . . . . 167 X JAMES THOMSON ( 1700 - 1748 ) . . . . .
George Saintsbury 168 Extracts from The Seasons : A Snow Scene , from ' Winter
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163 Patie and Peggy . . . . . . . . . 165 Through the Wood , Laddie . . . . . . . . 166 An
thou were my ain thing . . . . . . . 167 X JAMES THOMSON ( 1700 - 1748 ) . . . . .
George Saintsbury 168 Extracts from The Seasons : A Snow Scene , from ' Winter
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Oh Liberty , thou goddess heav ' nly bright , Profuse of bliss and pregnant with
delight ! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling Plenty leads thy
wanton train ; Eas ' d of her load , Subjection grows more light , And Poverty looks
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Oh Liberty , thou goddess heav ' nly bright , Profuse of bliss and pregnant with
delight ! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling Plenty leads thy
wanton train ; Eas ' d of her load , Subjection grows more light , And Poverty looks
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... and delicate movement :• Let all be hushed , each softest motion cease , Be
every loud tumultuous thought at peace , And every ruder gasp of breath Be calm
, as in the arms of Death : And thou , most fickle , most uneasy part , Thou restless
...
... and delicate movement :• Let all be hushed , each softest motion cease , Be
every loud tumultuous thought at peace , And every ruder gasp of breath Be calm
, as in the arms of Death : And thou , most fickle , most uneasy part , Thou restless
...
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I die ! the goddess cried ; O cruel , could ' st thou find none other To wreck thy
spleen on ? Parricide ! Like Nero , thou hast slain thy mother . Poor Cupid
sobbing scarce could speak ; Indeed , mamma , I did not know ye : Alas ! how
easy my ...
I die ! the goddess cried ; O cruel , could ' st thou find none other To wreck thy
spleen on ? Parricide ! Like Nero , thou hast slain thy mother . Poor Cupid
sobbing scarce could speak ; Indeed , mamma , I did not know ye : Alas ! how
easy my ...
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What I speak , my fair Chloe , and what I write , shews The difference there is
betwixt nature and art : I court others in verse ; but I love thee in prose : And they
have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you
know ...
What I speak , my fair Chloe , and what I write , shews The difference there is
betwixt nature and art : I court others in verse ; but I love thee in prose : And they
have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you
know ...
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appear bear beauty beneath better born breath charm close court criticism death delight died English eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel fool genius give grace grave Gray green half hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hour human kind kings less light lines live look Lord mind muse nature never night o'er once pain pass passion perhaps play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope praise pride rest rise round satire seems sense shade side smile song soon soul sound spirit spread spring style sweet taste tell thee things thou thought Till true truth turns verse virtue wind wise write youth
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Página 373 - 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 370 - 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 560 - 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 543 - 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 516 - 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 596 - 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 599 - 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 252 - 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 282 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Página 365 - 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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Addison to Blake Volumen 3 de The English Poets: Selections, Thomas Humphry Ward |
| Editor | Thomas Humphry Ward |
| Editor | Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
| Procedencia del original | la Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 28 Feb 2006 |
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