The New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century VerseAnthologies of eighteenth-century verse have tended to confirm traditional notions of the period as one of untroubled elegance, urbanity, and decorum. Offering over 550 poems and extracts by more than 250 poets, The New Oxford Book of Eighteenth-Century Verse presents a truer picture of this age as a much less stable and decorous time. This extraordinarily comprehensive volume includes not only a generous selection of verse by such renowned poets as Swift, Pope, Johnson, Gray, Smart, Goldsmith, Cowper, Blake, and Burns, but also a large number of poems by lesser-known and previously ignored poets. Intermixing the familiar styles and preoccupations of polite taste with much less familiar verse from all social levels, it reveals the willingness of the century's poets to respond graphically, humorously, or unconventionally to all aspects of rural and urban life. Topics range from golf and hypnotism to amorous adventure and marital discord, from growing sensitivity to natural beauty to fear of the effects of the Industrial Revolution, and from the anguish of poverty and unemployment to animated political exchanges in the wake of the French Revolution. Taken together, these poems reveal that both unpredictability and familiarity played as significant a role as Augustan reason played in the world of eighteenth-century poetry. The anthology also includes a helpful introduction, notes, and a glossary. |
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Oh , could the Muse my ravished breast inspire With warmth like yours , and raise an equal fire , Unnumbered beauties in my verse should shine , And Virgil's Italy should yield to mine ! See how the golden groves around me smile ...
Oh , could the Muse my ravished breast inspire With warmth like yours , and raise an equal fire , Unnumbered beauties in my verse should shine , And Virgil's Italy should yield to mine ! See how the golden groves around me smile ...
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To all but heav'n - directed hands denied , The Muse may give thee , but the gods must guide . Rev'rent I touch thee ! but with honest zeal , To rouse the watchmen of the public weal , To virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall , And goad ...
To all but heav'n - directed hands denied , The Muse may give thee , but the gods must guide . Rev'rent I touch thee ! but with honest zeal , To rouse the watchmen of the public weal , To virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall , And goad ...
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( 1764 ) JAMES GRAINGER 1721-1766 340 from The Sugar Cane ( i ) ( Compost ] OF composts shall the Muse descend to sing , Nor soil her heavenly plumes ? The sacred Muse Naught sordid deems , but what is base ; naught fair Unless true ...
( 1764 ) JAMES GRAINGER 1721-1766 340 from The Sugar Cane ( i ) ( Compost ] OF composts shall the Muse descend to sing , Nor soil her heavenly plumes ? The sacred Muse Naught sordid deems , but what is base ; naught fair Unless true ...
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JOHN POMFRET 16671702 | 1 |
THOMAS DURFEY 16531723 | 5 |
JOHN PHILIPS 16761709 | 6 |
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