The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 |
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... Happy Trio To Mary in Heaven Tam o ' Shanter . A Tale . The Banks o ' Doon Farewell to Nancy Highland Mary • · 524 • 524 • 525 • 526 • 528 • · 529 • · 531 537 · 54I · 543 • 546 • 547 · 548 · 549 550 · 551 • 551 552 553 554 • 560 561 562 ...
... Happy Trio To Mary in Heaven Tam o ' Shanter . A Tale . The Banks o ' Doon Farewell to Nancy Highland Mary • · 524 • 524 • 525 • 526 • 528 • · 529 • · 531 537 · 54I · 543 • 546 • 547 · 548 · 549 550 · 551 • 551 552 553 554 • 560 561 562 ...
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... Happy the man , and only happy he , Who with such lucky stars begins his love , That his cool judgment does his choice approve . Ill - grounded passions quickly wear away ; What's built upon esteem , can ne'er decay . SONNET . What has ...
... Happy the man , and only happy he , Who with such lucky stars begins his love , That his cool judgment does his choice approve . Ill - grounded passions quickly wear away ; What's built upon esteem , can ne'er decay . SONNET . What has ...
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... happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives ...
... happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives ...
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... happy man ! cleared some £ 4,000 , are numbered most of the illustrious names of the age , from Newton to Beau Nash , —to say nothing of lively maids of honour like ' the Honble Mrs. Mary Bellenden , ' and bishops like his Right ...
... happy man ! cleared some £ 4,000 , are numbered most of the illustrious names of the age , from Newton to Beau Nash , —to say nothing of lively maids of honour like ' the Honble Mrs. Mary Bellenden , ' and bishops like his Right ...
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... happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose : That thrown ...
... happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose : That thrown ...
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40 cents admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blest born breast breath Burns charm Chatterton criticism dear death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues Edited English Classics Series English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fame fate fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart heaven King labour literary live Lord Lord Hervey lyre Macmillan's English Classics mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise pride prose rhyme round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen sweet Swift taste tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas verse virtue W. W. SKEAT Whig wind write youth
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Стр. 331 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 535 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Стр. 262 - 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.
Стр. 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Стр. 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...
Стр. 464 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Стр. 90 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Стр. 561 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.
Стр. 288 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...