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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The mastiff I beheld and cautious kept Between me and the wind , and softly stole Safe to the door , and flew into the arms Of my soul's joy ; when , through malignant stars , Scarce were my wearied limbs sunk in repose ...
The mastiff I beheld and cautious kept Between me and the wind , and softly stole Safe to the door , and flew into the arms Of my soul's joy ; when , through malignant stars , Scarce were my wearied limbs sunk in repose ...
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Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' , cried Mortimer and couched his quivering lance . 20 1. 2 On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe ...
Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' , cried Mortimer and couched his quivering lance . 20 1. 2 On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe ...
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Now drooped the youth yet , urging all his might , With feeble arm still vindicates the fight : Till on the part where heaved the panting breath , A fatal blow impressed the seal of death . Down dropped the hero , welt'ring in his ...
Now drooped the youth yet , urging all his might , With feeble arm still vindicates the fight : Till on the part where heaved the panting breath , A fatal blow impressed the seal of death . Down dropped the hero , welt'ring in his ...
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JOHN POMFRET 16671702 | 1 |
THOMAS DURFEY 16531723 | 5 |
JOHN PHILIPS 16761709 | 6 |
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