The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1881 |
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... play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes . Fair Chloe blushed ; Euphelia frowned : I sung and MATTHEW PRIOR . 23.
... play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes . Fair Chloe blushed ; Euphelia frowned : I sung and MATTHEW PRIOR . 23.
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... himself to blame , ) He found the wisest man he could , Without respect to friends or blood ; Nor ever acts on private views , When he has liberty to choose . The Sharper swore he hated play , Except to pass 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... himself to blame , ) He found the wisest man he could , Without respect to friends or blood ; Nor ever acts on private views , When he has liberty to choose . The Sharper swore he hated play , Except to pass 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. The Sharper swore he hated play , Except to pass an hour away : And well he might ; for , to his cost , By want of skill , he always lost ; He heard there was a club of cheats , Who had contrived a thousand feats ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. The Sharper swore he hated play , Except to pass an hour away : And well he might ; for , to his cost , By want of skill , he always lost ; He heard there was a club of cheats , Who had contrived a thousand feats ...
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... play on the hole of the asp , and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice den , ' Pope makes the cockatrice a ' crested basilisk , ' and the asp ' a speckled snake ' ; they have both scales of a ' green lustre , ' and a ...
... play on the hole of the asp , and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice den , ' Pope makes the cockatrice a ' crested basilisk , ' and the asp ' a speckled snake ' ; they have both scales of a ' green lustre , ' and a ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. cently play . ' ' The leopard , ' says Isaiah , ' shall lie down with the kid , and the young lion and the fatling together , and a little child shall lead them ' ; Pope could not leave this exquisite picture ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. cently play . ' ' The leopard , ' says Isaiah , ' shall lie down with the kid , and the young lion and the fatling together , and a little child shall lead them ' ; Pope could not leave this exquisite picture ...
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admiration Æsop Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blest born breast breath charm couplet court critics death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour literary live Lord Lord Hervey lyre mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pride prose rhyme round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth turns Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 259 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Seite 256 - 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.
Seite 554 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Seite 527 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Seite 4 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Seite 283 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Seite 529 - Wallace's undaunted heart, Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part: (The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!
Seite 375 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale; No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Seite 369 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 259 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.