The English PoetsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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... Poetry ( from Table Talk ) · PAGE · 414 • • 417 · • 419 419 The Editor 422 Grace and the World ( from Hope ) ... Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the W ods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . To the Rev. Mr. Newton . • On the Loss ...
... Poetry ( from Table Talk ) · PAGE · 414 • • 417 · • 419 419 The Editor 422 Grace and the World ( from Hope ) ... Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the W ods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . To the Rev. Mr. Newton . • On the Loss ...
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... Poets ; in 1695 appeared his Address to King William . Having obtained a persion of £ 300 to enable him to travel ... poetry seems flat and languid His VOL . III . B His • Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ...
... Poets ; in 1695 appeared his Address to King William . Having obtained a persion of £ 300 to enable him to travel ... poetry seems flat and languid His VOL . III . B His • Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ...
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... poetry . He never , like Dryden , prostituted his Muse to utterly unworthy objects ; if his poetry is not free from ' courtly stains , ' it is at least animated by a genuine love of freedom ; and his lines on Liberty are a fine ...
... poetry . He never , like Dryden , prostituted his Muse to utterly unworthy objects ; if his poetry is not free from ' courtly stains , ' it is at least animated by a genuine love of freedom ; and his lines on Liberty are a fine ...
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... poetry of the period intervening between the publication of the Paradise Lost and the Seasons does not contain a single new image of external nature . ' This remark , although rather acute than exact , since the poet forgets both Gay ...
... poetry of the period intervening between the publication of the Paradise Lost and the Seasons does not contain a single new image of external nature . ' This remark , although rather acute than exact , since the poet forgets both Gay ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. becoming a poet . His genius , moreover , was from the first as far removed from that peculiar to poetry as it is possible for any genius of the first rank to be . The power of Swift's prose was the terror of his own ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. becoming a poet . His genius , moreover , was from the first as far removed from that peculiar to poetry as it is possible for any genius of the first rank to be . The power of Swift's prose was the terror of his own ...
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Стр. 568 - 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. 331 - 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. 260 - 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. 551 - JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ;' But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Стр. 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Стр. 562 - 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. 318 - Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade ; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way : Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain!
Стр. 580 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Стр. 378 - 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. 380 - That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...