English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 страница |
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... pleasing when possessed . He was speaking of schoolboys whose ignorance is bliss ; but the general tenor of his mind allows us to surmise that he also smiled pityingly upon some of the aspirations of the youthful sentimentalists . Dr ...
... pleasing when possessed . He was speaking of schoolboys whose ignorance is bliss ; but the general tenor of his mind allows us to surmise that he also smiled pityingly upon some of the aspirations of the youthful sentimentalists . Dr ...
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... pleasing useful studies spent . II . HIS FORTUNE AND CHARITY I'd have a clear and competent estate , That I might live genteelly , but not great : As much as I could moderately spend ; A little more , sometimes t'oblige a friend . Nor ...
... pleasing useful studies spent . II . HIS FORTUNE AND CHARITY I'd have a clear and competent estate , That I might live genteelly , but not great : As much as I could moderately spend ; A little more , sometimes t'oblige a friend . Nor ...
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... pleasing folly , Lies all neglected , all forgot : And pensive , wavering , melancholy , Thou dread'st and hop'st , thou know'st not what . A BETTER ANSWER Dear Chloe , how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy ...
... pleasing folly , Lies all neglected , all forgot : And pensive , wavering , melancholy , Thou dread'st and hop'st , thou know'st not what . A BETTER ANSWER Dear Chloe , how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy ...
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... pleasing murmurs creep , ' The reader's threatened ( not in vain ) with ' sleep ' : Then , at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought , A needless Alexandrine ends the song , That , like a wounded ...
... pleasing murmurs creep , ' The reader's threatened ( not in vain ) with ' sleep ' : Then , at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought , A needless Alexandrine ends the song , That , like a wounded ...
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... pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let th ' imprisoned essences exhale ; To draw fresh colours from the vernal flowers ; To steal from rainbows , ere they drop in showers , A brighter ...
... pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let th ' imprisoned essences exhale ; To draw fresh colours from the vernal flowers ; To steal from rainbows , ere they drop in showers , A brighter ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...