English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... land We men at sea indite , But first would have you understand How hard it is to write : The Muses now , and Neptune too , 5 We must implore to write to you- With a fa , la , la , la , la ! For though the Muses should prove kind , And ...
... land We men at sea indite , But first would have you understand How hard it is to write : The Muses now , and Neptune too , 5 We must implore to write to you- With a fa , la , la , la , la ! For though the Muses should prove kind , And ...
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... they prolonged our pain : He fought to end our fighting , and assayed To stanch the blood by breathing of the vein . 5 IO 15 20 25 Swift and resistless through the land he passed , Like 12 ENGLISH POEMS JOHN DRYDEN From Heroic Stanzas.
... they prolonged our pain : He fought to end our fighting , and assayed To stanch the blood by breathing of the vein . 5 IO 15 20 25 Swift and resistless through the land he passed , Like 12 ENGLISH POEMS JOHN DRYDEN From Heroic Stanzas.
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Walter Cochrane Bronson. Swift and resistless through the land he passed , Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue , And made to battles such heroic haste As if on wings of victory he flew . He fought , secure of fortune as of fame ...
Walter Cochrane Bronson. Swift and resistless through the land he passed , Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue , And made to battles such heroic haste As if on wings of victory he flew . He fought , secure of fortune as of fame ...
Pàgina 21
... land ; And , what was harder yet to flesh and blood , Their gods disgraced , and burnt like common wood . This set the heathen priesthood in a flame , For priests of all religions are the same : Of whatsoe'er descent their godhead be ...
... land ; And , what was harder yet to flesh and blood , Their gods disgraced , and burnt like common wood . This set the heathen priesthood in a flame , For priests of all religions are the same : Of whatsoe'er descent their godhead be ...
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... land . Achitophel , grown weary to possess 155 A lawful fame and lazy happiness , Disdained the golden fruit to gather free , And lent the crowd his arm to shake the tree . Now , manifest of crimes contrived long since , He stood at ...
... land . Achitophel , grown weary to possess 155 A lawful fame and lazy happiness , Disdained the golden fruit to gather free , And lent the crowd his arm to shake the tree . Now , manifest of crimes contrived long since , He stood at ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Absalom and Achitophel Æneid auld auld lang syne bard beauty beneath blest breast breath charms clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA crown dear death dread Dryden Dunciad e'er earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire fool frae gentle grace green Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart Heav'n Highland laddie king live look Lord Lubberkin lyre Mac Flecknoe maid maun mind Muse Nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once pain passion plain play pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pope pow'r praise pray'r pride queen rage rise round scene shade shining sighs sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spring sweet sylphs tears Thalestris thee thine thou thought toil trembling vale verse wander wave weep wild wind wings wyllowe youth ΙΟ
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...