The English Poets: Selections, Volume 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1909 - English poetry |
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... King , 1718 Apollo's Edict . Occasioned by ' News from Parnassus ' Extract from Cadenus and Vanessa The Beasts ' Confession The Day of Judgement • • . · Extracts from Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift ALEXANDER POPE ( 1688-1744 ) ...
... King , 1718 Apollo's Edict . Occasioned by ' News from Parnassus ' Extract from Cadenus and Vanessa The Beasts ' Confession The Day of Judgement • • . · Extracts from Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift ALEXANDER POPE ( 1688-1744 ) ...
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... King but Charlie The Land o ' the Leal MRS . BARBAULD ( 1743–1825 ) • Ode to Spring Life · • • George CrabBE ( 1754-1832 ) • • • • The Village as it is ( from The Village ) Extracts from The Borough : The Convict's Dream . Strolling ...
... King but Charlie The Land o ' the Leal MRS . BARBAULD ( 1743–1825 ) • Ode to Spring Life · • • George CrabBE ( 1754-1832 ) • • • • The Village as it is ( from The Village ) Extracts from The Borough : The Convict's Dream . Strolling ...
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... King William . Having obtained a pension of £ 300 to enable him to travel , he visited the continent , and in 1701 wrote his Letter from Italy to Lord Halifax . When Godol- phin in 1704 was in search of a poet to celebrate in an ...
... King William . Having obtained a pension of £ 300 to enable him to travel , he visited the continent , and in 1701 wrote his Letter from Italy to Lord Halifax . When Godol- phin in 1704 was in search of a poet to celebrate in an ...
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... King William III is as artificial as the sentiments by which they were prompted . His sole conception of poetical compliment is hyperbole . When , for instance , he wishes to excuse himself for an inadequate celebration of William's ...
... King William III is as artificial as the sentiments by which they were prompted . His sole conception of poetical compliment is hyperbole . When , for instance , he wishes to excuse himself for an inadequate celebration of William's ...
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... their animated rocks to live : ' Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate And hold in balance each contending state , To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war , And answer B 2 JOSEPH ADDISON . Extract from The Letter from Italy.
... their animated rocks to live : ' Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate And hold in balance each contending state , To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war , And answer B 2 JOSEPH ADDISON . Extract from The Letter from Italy.
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Page 263 - 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.
Page 607 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
Page 381 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
Page 567 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Page 332 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 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...
Page 86 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd 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...
Page 373 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 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. 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!
Page 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.