English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - Всего страниц: 364 |
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... youth and gayety and melting music ; and for the nonce this realm of " airs , flounces , and furbelows , " of merry chit - chat , and of pleasurable excitement , seems as important as it is to those exquisite creatures of fancy that ...
... youth and gayety and melting music ; and for the nonce this realm of " airs , flounces , and furbelows , " of merry chit - chat , and of pleasurable excitement , seems as important as it is to those exquisite creatures of fancy that ...
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... youth , nor yet of vehement early manhood , but of still vigorous middle age , a phase of existence perhaps less ingratiating than others , but one which has its rightful hour in the life of the race as of the individual . The sincere ...
... youth , nor yet of vehement early manhood , but of still vigorous middle age , a phase of existence perhaps less ingratiating than others , but one which has its rightful hour in the life of the race as of the individual . The sincere ...
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... youth we tempt the heights of arts , While from the bounded level of our mind , Short views we take , nor see the lengths behind ; But more advanced , behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise ! So pleased ...
... youth we tempt the heights of arts , While from the bounded level of our mind , Short views we take , nor see the lengths behind ; But more advanced , behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise ! So pleased ...
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... youths around her shone , But every eye was fixed on her alone . On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore , Which Jews might kiss , and infidels adore . Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose , Quick as her eyes , and as ...
... youths around her shone , But every eye was fixed on her alone . On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore , Which Jews might kiss , and infidels adore . Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose , Quick as her eyes , and as ...
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... youth ! desist ere ' tis too late , Fear the just gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they ...
... youth ! desist ere ' tis too late , Fear the just gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they ...
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Стр. 317 - 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. 185 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 29 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Стр. 44 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way...
Стр. 185 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 160 - How sleep the Brave T_TOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there...
Стр. 23 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Стр. 309 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Стр. 179 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Стр. 185 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.