English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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Pàgina v
... give the poet's view of poetry in his own words , furnish material ( chiefly variant readings and literary sources ) illustrating his mode of work , and throw some light , by extracts from contemporary criticism , upon the literary ...
... give the poet's view of poetry in his own words , furnish material ( chiefly variant readings and literary sources ) illustrating his mode of work , and throw some light , by extracts from contemporary criticism , upon the literary ...
Pàgina 7
... give no more , ' Tis easy to be true . Between 1668 and 1687 . 1702 . LOVE STILL HAS SOMETHING OF THE SEA Love still has something of the sea , From whence his mother rose ; No time his slaves from love can free , Nor give their ...
... give no more , ' Tis easy to be true . Between 1668 and 1687 . 1702 . LOVE STILL HAS SOMETHING OF THE SEA Love still has something of the sea , From whence his mother rose ; No time his slaves from love can free , Nor give their ...
Pàgina 15
... give him quiet , My faith rewards my love , though he deny it . On his eyes will I gaze , and there delight me ; While I conceal my love , no frown can fright me : To be more happy I dare not aspire , Nor can I fall more low , mounting ...
... give him quiet , My faith rewards my love , though he deny it . On his eyes will I gaze , and there delight me ; While I conceal my love , no frown can fright me : To be more happy I dare not aspire , Nor can I fall more low , mounting ...
Pàgina 25
... gives , But try your title while your father lives ; And , that your arms may have a fair pretence , Proclaim you take them in the King's defence , Whose sacred life each minute would expose To plots from seeming friends and secret foes ...
... gives , But try your title while your father lives ; And , that your arms may have a fair pretence , Proclaim you take them in the King's defence , Whose sacred life each minute would expose To plots from seeming friends and secret foes ...
Pàgina 34
... gives smiles ; thy comic , sleep . With whate'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write , Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; 200 In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen and dies . Thy genius calls thee ...
... gives smiles ; thy comic , sleep . With whate'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write , Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; 200 In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen and dies . Thy genius calls thee ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 241 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Pàgina 283 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth, accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Pàgina 241 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 357 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing...
Pàgina 239 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pàgina 358 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Pàgina 287 - For even though vanquished he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Pàgina 381 - 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
Pàgina 138 - 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.
Pàgina 325 - May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished...