The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1881 |
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... sense - the 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 ...
... sense - the 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 ...
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... sense . Dryden , however , was almost the only person who perceived the moral beauty of Walsh's verse , and certainly was alone in praising his very remarkable Defence of the Fair Sex , in which the young poet , in an age given up to ...
... sense . Dryden , however , was almost the only person who perceived the moral beauty of Walsh's verse , and certainly was alone in praising his very remarkable Defence of the Fair Sex , in which the young poet , in an age given up to ...
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... sense that shall retain Still some 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 ...
... sense that shall retain Still some 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 ...
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... sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And pleasure we resign for short and nauseous ...
... sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And pleasure we resign for short and nauseous ...
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... sense of the beauty of literary composition as such . It was the rise within the vernacular language of that idea , which impregnating the Latin language as written and spoken in the fifteenth century had produced the revived , neo ...
... sense of the beauty of literary composition as such . It was the rise within the vernacular language of that idea , which impregnating the Latin language as written and spoken in the fifteenth century had produced the revived , neo ...
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Стр. 259 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Стр. 256 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Стр. 554 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Стр. 527 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Стр. 4 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Стр. 283 - 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Стр. 529 - Wallace's undaunted heart, Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part: (The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!
Стр. 375 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale; No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 369 - 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...
Стр. 259 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.