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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 Dunciad e'er Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace kings knave live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion perhaps 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 tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth turns Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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Seite 258 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Seite 563 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Seite 564 - 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
Seite 561 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Seite 374 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. 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.
Seite 330 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Seite 557 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Seite 377 - 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.
Seite 327 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 527 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!