The English Poets: Addison to BlakeMacmillan and Company, 1889 |
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... Poets , wild as thou , were born , Pleasing best when unconfined , When to please is least designed , Soothing but their cares to rest ; Cares do still their thoughts molest , And still the unhappy poet's breast Like thine , when best ...
... Poets , wild as thou , were born , Pleasing best when unconfined , When to please is least designed , Soothing but their cares to rest ; Cares do still their thoughts molest , And still the unhappy poet's breast Like thine , when best ...
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... poet's father , married a Leicestershire lady , he was of unmixed English blood . A posthumous child , left in indigent circumstances , he was sent to school at Kilkenny , and then to Trinity College , Dublin , by the charity of his ...
... poet's father , married a Leicestershire lady , he was of unmixed English blood . A posthumous child , left in indigent circumstances , he was sent to school at Kilkenny , and then to Trinity College , Dublin , by the charity of his ...
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... poet's idiosyncrasy ; here he is but the representative of his age . The degradation of woman in England does not date from the Restoration . It was complete before the Commonwealth , and is aptly symbolised in the behaviour of James I ...
... poet's idiosyncrasy ; here he is but the representative of his age . The degradation of woman in England does not date from the Restoration . It was complete before the Commonwealth , and is aptly symbolised in the behaviour of James I ...
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... poet's song , And smooth or rough , with them , is right or wrong : In the bright muse , tho ' thousand charms conspire , Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ...
... poet's song , And smooth or rough , with them , is right or wrong : In the bright muse , tho ' thousand charms conspire , Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ...
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... poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures ... poet's dignity and ease , And see what ALEXANDEer pope . 109.
... poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures ... poet's dignity and ease , And see what ALEXANDEer pope . 109.
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