English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... smiling And beguiling , Makes me happier than before . Though , alas ! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix , Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks ; 5 ΤΟ Which though I see , I can't get free : 8 ENGLISH POEMS ...
... smiling And beguiling , Makes me happier than before . Though , alas ! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix , Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks ; 5 ΤΟ Which though I see , I can't get free : 8 ENGLISH POEMS ...
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... 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 not to ...
... 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 not to ...
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... smile on me ; ' T was a kind look of yours that has undone me . 5 Love has in store for me one happy minute , And she will end my pain who did begin it : Then no day void of bliss or pleasure leaving , Ages shall slide away without ...
... smile on me ; ' T was a kind look of yours that has undone me . 5 Love has in store for me one happy minute , And she will end my pain who did begin it : Then no day void of bliss or pleasure leaving , Ages shall slide away without ...
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... 'll seek no distant field . 60 Daphnis . Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ; 65 Diana Cynthus , Ceres Hybla loves : If Windsor shades delight the matchless maid , If Delia smile , the flow'rs begin to spring , 80 ENGLISH POEMS.
... 'll seek no distant field . 60 Daphnis . Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ; 65 Diana Cynthus , Ceres Hybla loves : If Windsor shades delight the matchless maid , If Delia smile , the flow'rs begin to spring , 80 ENGLISH POEMS.
Pàgina 81
Walter Cochrane Bronson. If Delia smile , the flow'rs begin to spring , The skies to brighten , and the birds to sing ... smiles , new glories gild the shore , 75 And vanquished Nature seems to charm no more . Strephon . In spring the ...
Walter Cochrane Bronson. If Delia smile , the flow'rs begin to spring , The skies to brighten , and the birds to sing ... smiles , new glories gild the shore , 75 And vanquished Nature seems to charm no more . Strephon . In spring the ...
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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...