The English Poets: Selections, Band 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1909 |
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... Death of Dr. Swift ALEXANDER POPE ( 1688-1744 ) • Extract from The Essay on Criticism The Rape of the Lock , Canto II " " " " " Canto III Extract from The Iliad , Book VIII Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady . Extracts from the ...
... Death of Dr. Swift ALEXANDER POPE ( 1688-1744 ) • Extract from The Essay on Criticism The Rape of the Lock , Canto II " " " " " Canto III Extract from The Iliad , Book VIII Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady . Extracts from the ...
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... Death of Friends , from Night III Aspiration , from Night IV The Stream of Life , from Night V • · 219 · 219 221 George Saintsbury 222 • 225 · 225 226 228 • · • 228 229 JOHN BYROM ( 1691-1763 ) The Nimmers Careless Content On CONTENTS .
... Death of Friends , from Night III Aspiration , from Night IV The Stream of Life , from Night V • · 219 · 219 221 George Saintsbury 222 • 225 · 225 226 228 • · • 228 229 JOHN BYROM ( 1691-1763 ) The Nimmers Careless Content On CONTENTS .
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... 287 7 The Passions Ode to Evening Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson 287 289 292 An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline · 294 300 Х THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring viii CONTENTS .
... 287 7 The Passions Ode to Evening Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson 287 289 292 An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline · 294 300 Х THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring viii CONTENTS .
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... death of Mr. Richard West Sketch of his own Character Impromptu on Lord Holland's Seat at Kingsgate WILLIAM WHITEHEAD ( 1715-1785 ) · PAGE Matthew Arnold 302 • 317 • • 318 • · 321 323 326 · 331 • 335 335 • • 336 The Editor 337 The ...
... death of Mr. Richard West Sketch of his own Character Impromptu on Lord Holland's Seat at Kingsgate WILLIAM WHITEHEAD ( 1715-1785 ) · PAGE Matthew Arnold 302 • 317 • • 318 • · 321 323 326 · 331 • 335 335 • • 336 The Editor 337 The ...
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... Death of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch The Acquiescence of Pure Love On the Receipt of My Mother's Picture The Poplar Field • 454 · 456 457 459 • 461 462 463 · 465 467 468 470 • 471 • 472 • 473 474 • 475 477 · 478 • 481 To Mary ...
... Death of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch The Acquiescence of Pure Love On the Receipt of My Mother's Picture The Poplar Field • 454 · 456 457 459 • 461 462 463 · 465 467 468 470 • 471 • 472 • 473 474 • 475 477 · 478 • 481 To Mary ...
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Addison Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blest born breast breath charms couplet court criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace kings knave labour literary live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pride prose rhyme rise round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought thro toil trembling truth turns Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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Seite 263 - 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 stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Seite 607 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
Seite 381 - 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 567 - 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 332 - 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.
Seite 532 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Seite 86 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Seite 373 - 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 287 - 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Seite 378 - 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.