The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 |
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... Pleasures of Imagination On the Winter Solstice , 1740 For a Grotto CHRISTOPHER SMART ( 1722-1770 ) Extracts from A Song to David WILLIAM FALCONER ( 1732-1769 ) 338 Prof. E. Dowden 341 345 • · 347 350 The Editor 351 353 • Prof. E ...
... Pleasures of Imagination On the Winter Solstice , 1740 For a Grotto CHRISTOPHER SMART ( 1722-1770 ) Extracts from A Song to David WILLIAM FALCONER ( 1732-1769 ) 338 Prof. E. Dowden 341 345 • · 347 350 The Editor 351 353 • Prof. E ...
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... pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , Subjection grows ... pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How ...
... pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , Subjection grows ... pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How ...
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... to see ; ' Tis not the loss of riches or of fame , Or the vain toys the vulgar pleasures name , ' Tis nothing . Celia , but the losing thee ! THE DESPAIRING LOVER . Distracted with care For Phyllis the B THE ENGLISH POETS .
... to see ; ' Tis not the loss of riches or of fame , Or the vain toys the vulgar pleasures name , ' Tis nothing . Celia , but the losing thee ! THE DESPAIRING LOVER . Distracted with care For Phyllis the B THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... 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 and resumes , and smiles and ...
... 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 and resumes , and smiles and ...
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... pleasure I mix , And in one day atone for the business of six ; In a little Dutch - chaise on a Saturday night , On ... pleasures oppose , In Holland half - drowned in interest and prose ? By Greece and past ages what need I be tried ...
... pleasure I mix , And in one day atone for the business of six ; In a little Dutch - chaise on a Saturday night , On ... pleasures oppose , In Holland half - drowned in interest and prose ? By Greece and past ages what need I be tried ...
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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...