English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - Всего страниц: 364 |
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Стр. vii
... gives too vague a notion of its substance , or whenever its substance is miscellaneous , I have supplied [ bracketed ] captions for the extracts ; except for these , there is nothing on the pages of the text besides the poets ' own ...
... gives too vague a notion of its substance , or whenever its substance is miscellaneous , I have supplied [ bracketed ] captions for the extracts ; except for these , there is nothing on the pages of the text besides the poets ' own ...
Стр. xxxv
... give them free rein . They were found at last in Burns and in Blake . The sentimentalists had long yearned for the advent of the ideal poet . Macpherson had presented him , —but as of an era far remote ; latterly Beattie , in The ...
... give them free rein . They were found at last in Burns and in Blake . The sentimentalists had long yearned for the advent of the ideal poet . Macpherson had presented him , —but as of an era far remote ; latterly Beattie , in The ...
Стр. xxxvii
... give sentimentalism a novel interpretation by describing the life of plants in terms of human life ; but , Darwin being destitute of artistic sense , the result was grotesque . Blake , by training and vocation an engraver , was ...
... give sentimentalism a novel interpretation by describing the life of plants in terms of human life ; but , Darwin being destitute of artistic sense , the result was grotesque . Blake , by training and vocation an engraver , was ...
Стр. xxxvii
... give sentimentalism a novel interpretation by describing the life of plants in terms of human life ; but , Darwin being destitute of artistic sense , the result was grotesque . Blake , by training and vocation an engraver , was ...
... give sentimentalism a novel interpretation by describing the life of plants in terms of human life ; but , Darwin being destitute of artistic sense , the result was grotesque . Blake , by training and vocation an engraver , was ...
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... give , That I might choose my method how to live ; And all those hours propitious fate should lend , In blissful ease and satisfaction spend . I. THE GENTLEMAN'S RETIREMENT Near some fair town I'd have a private seat , Built uniform ...
... give , That I might choose my method how to live ; And all those hours propitious fate should lend , In blissful ease and satisfaction spend . I. THE GENTLEMAN'S RETIREMENT Near some fair town I'd have a private seat , Built uniform ...
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Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned crown dear divine dread e'er earth Erasmus Darwin eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre mankind Matthew Prior maun mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poetry poor praise pride proud rage RICHARD JAGO rise round scene sentimentalism shade shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spread springs sweet tears thee thine thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Стр. 212 - I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned...
Стр. 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Стр. 228 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Стр. 137 - 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. 177 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Стр. 179 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Стр. 259 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Стр. 209 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Стр. 24 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Стр. 212 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...