The English Poets: Selections, Volume 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1909 - English poetry |
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... True Objects of Desire · W. J. Courthope 245 Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to the Comedy of A Word to the Wise JOHN WESLEY ( 1703-1791 ) , CHARLES WESLEY ( 1708-1788 ) CHARLES WESLEY ...
... True Objects of Desire · W. J. Courthope 245 Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to the Comedy of A Word to the Wise JOHN WESLEY ( 1703-1791 ) , CHARLES WESLEY ( 1708-1788 ) CHARLES WESLEY ...
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... true touchstone of poetical art - that what he is saying is expressed better in verse than it could be expressed in prose . Nor is this to be attributed to the comparatively prosaic nature of the subjects he undertakes . Dryden , Pope ...
... true touchstone of poetical art - that what he is saying is expressed better in verse than it could be expressed in prose . Nor is this to be attributed to the comparatively prosaic nature of the subjects he undertakes . Dryden , Pope ...
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... true of Addison's complimentary verse compared with that of Pope . Poems of this kind are seldom very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford . Whether or no Pope really ...
... true of Addison's complimentary verse compared with that of Pope . Poems of this kind are seldom very sincere ; but some of Pope's noblest lines of praise were addressed to the not very noble Earl of Oxford . Whether or no Pope really ...
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... the most powerful of his productions , and a marvellously true picture of a heart tossed in an agony of jealousy and love . In studying the versification of Pope , the influence of Walsh upon the WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1708)
... the most powerful of his productions , and a marvellously true picture of a heart tossed in an agony of jealousy and love . In studying the versification of Pope , the influence of Walsh upon the WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1708)
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... true simplicity . When Damon's soul shall take its flight , Though poets have the second - sight , They shall not see a trail of light . Nor shall the vapours upwards rise , Nor a new star adorn the skies : For who can hope to place one ...
... true simplicity . When Damon's soul shall take its flight , Though poets have the second - sight , They shall not see a trail of light . Nor shall the vapours upwards rise , Nor a new star adorn the skies : For who can hope to place one ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.