The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 - English poetry |
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... seen , When freshened grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite , Whence spring the woodbind and the bramble - rose , And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows , Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove ...
... seen , When freshened grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite , Whence spring the woodbind and the bramble - rose , And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows , Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove ...
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... seen caressing Chartres . He never courted men in station , Nor persons held in admiration ; Of no man's greatness was afraid , Because he sought for no man's aid . Though trusted long in great affairs He gave himself no haughty airs ...
... seen caressing Chartres . He never courted men in station , Nor persons held in admiration ; Of no man's greatness was afraid , Because he sought for no man's aid . Though trusted long in great affairs He gave himself no haughty airs ...
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... seen , With throngs promiscuous strow the level green . Thus when dispers'd a routed army runs , Of Asia's troops , and Afric's sable sons , With like confusion different nations fly , Of various habit , and of various dye , The pierc'd ...
... seen , With throngs promiscuous strow the level green . Thus when dispers'd a routed army runs , Of Asia's troops , and Afric's sable sons , With like confusion different nations fly , Of various habit , and of various dye , The pierc'd ...
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... seen . All manners take a tincture from our ewn ; Or come discolour'd through our passions shown . Or fancy's beam enlarges , multiplies , Contracts , inverts , and gives ten thousand dies . Nor will life's stream for observation stay ...
... seen . All manners take a tincture from our ewn ; Or come discolour'd through our passions shown . Or fancy's beam enlarges , multiplies , Contracts , inverts , and gives ten thousand dies . Nor will life's stream for observation stay ...
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... P. See Sir Robert ! -hum- And never laugh — for all my life to come ? Seen him I have , but in his happier hour Of social pleasure , ill - exchang'd for power ; ALEXANDer pope . 123 Extract from the Epilogue to the Satires.
... P. See Sir Robert ! -hum- And never laugh — for all my life to come ? Seen him I have , but in his happier hour Of social pleasure , ill - exchang'd for power ; ALEXANDer pope . 123 Extract from the Epilogue to the Satires.
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Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!