The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives and resumes , and smiles and frowns by fits . In this still labyrinth , around her lie Spells , philters , globes , and schemes of palmistry : A sigil in this hand the gipsy bears , In ...
... court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives and resumes , and smiles and frowns by fits . In this still labyrinth , around her lie Spells , philters , globes , and schemes of palmistry : A sigil in this hand the gipsy bears , In ...
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... court others in verse ; but I love thee in prose : And they have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you know Child ) the sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis ...
... court others in verse ; but I love thee in prose : And they have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you know Child ) the sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. JONATHAN SWIFT . [ JONATHAN SWIFT was born in Hoey's court , Dublin , on the 30th of Novem- ber 1667. Belonging to a Yorkshire family and directly descended from a vicar in Herefordshire , one of whose younger sons ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. JONATHAN SWIFT . [ JONATHAN SWIFT was born in Hoey's court , Dublin , on the 30th of Novem- ber 1667. Belonging to a Yorkshire family and directly descended from a vicar in Herefordshire , one of whose younger sons ...
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... courts inclusive down to cells : What preachers talk , or sages write ; These will I gather and unite , And represent them to mankind Collected in that infant's mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of ...
... courts inclusive down to cells : What preachers talk , or sages write ; These will I gather and unite , And represent them to mankind Collected in that infant's mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of ...
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... court with fortune clear , Which now he runs out every year ; Must , at the rate that he goes on , Inevitably be undone : O if his majesty would please To give him but a writ of ease , Would grant him license to retire , As it has long ...
... court with fortune clear , Which now he runs out every year ; Must , at the rate that he goes on , Inevitably be undone : O if his majesty would please To give him but a writ of ease , Would grant him license to retire , As it has long ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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
Стр. 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
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!