The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... spirit of the times . The Campaign was called by Warton , not unjustly , a ' gazette in rhyme ' ; the epic style however seems to have been considered indispensable to the subject ; and allowing for this pre- liminary condition ...
... spirit of the times . The Campaign was called by Warton , not unjustly , a ' gazette in rhyme ' ; the epic style however seems to have been considered indispensable to the subject ; and allowing for this pre- liminary condition ...
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... spirit of the brain , Till with sounds like those it join ? ' Twill not be ! then change thy note , Let division shake thy throat ! Hark ! division now she tries , Yet as far the Muse outflies ! Cease then , prithee , cease thy tune ...
... spirit of the brain , Till with sounds like those it join ? ' Twill not be ! then change thy note , Let division shake thy throat ! Hark ! division now she tries , Yet as far the Muse outflies ! Cease then , prithee , cease thy tune ...
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... spirit feels , And no fierce light disturbs , whilst it reveals ; But silent musings urge the mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed ...
... spirit feels , And no fierce light disturbs , whilst it reveals ; But silent musings urge the mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed ...
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... spirit in which Bentham defined poetry as misrepresentation . But towards the 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 ...
... spirit in which Bentham defined poetry as misrepresentation . But towards the 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 ...
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... looks : He might , if he were worldly wise , Preferment get , and spare his eyes ; But owns he had a stubborn spirit , That made him trust alone to merit ; Would rise by merit to promotion ; Alas ! a 46 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... looks : He might , if he were worldly wise , Preferment get , and spare his eyes ; But owns he had a stubborn spirit , That made him trust alone to merit ; Would rise by merit to promotion ; Alas ! a 46 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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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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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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
Sivu 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
Sivu 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
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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!