The English Poets: Selections, Volume 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1909 - English poetry |
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... whole : - ' Wishing for ever in that state to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . ' In his songs and minor pieces Congreve is more successful , though he never reaches the level of his contemporary Prior . ' Amoret , ' which ...
... whole : - ' Wishing for ever in that state to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . ' In his songs and minor pieces Congreve is more successful , though he never reaches the level of his contemporary Prior . ' Amoret , ' which ...
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... whole ; it was impossible to realise this without admitting partial evil . Man is not the end of creation , but only one in a graduated scale of beings ; it is his pride which leads him to complain when he finds that everything has not ...
... whole ; it was impossible to realise this without admitting partial evil . Man is not the end of creation , but only one in a graduated scale of beings ; it is his pride which leads him to complain when he finds that everything has not ...
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... whole ages in a bodkin's eye : Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain , While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or alum styptics with contracting power Shrink his thin essence like a rivel'd flower : Or , as Ixion fix'd ...
... whole ages in a bodkin's eye : Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain , While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or alum styptics with contracting power Shrink his thin essence like a rivel'd flower : Or , as Ixion fix'd ...
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... whole nations to the deep ? ' No ( ' tis replied ) the first Almighty Cause Acts not by partial , but by gen'ral laws ; Th ' exceptions few ; some change since all began : And what created perfect ? -Why then Man ? ' If the great end be ...
... whole nations to the deep ? ' No ( ' tis replied ) the first Almighty Cause Acts not by partial , but by gen'ral laws ; Th ' exceptions few ; some change since all began : And what created perfect ? -Why then Man ? ' If the great end be ...
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... whole , The least confusion but in one , not all That system only , but the whole must fall . Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly , Planets and ALEXANDEer pope . 89.
... whole , The least confusion but in one , not all That system only , but the whole must fall . Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly , Planets and ALEXANDEer pope . 89.
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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.