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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Excuse the long tale ; I could talk , Mr. Wright , About this same picture from morning to night . The morning it lowered like the morning in Cato , And brought on , methought , as important a day too ; But about ten o'clock it began to ...
Excuse the long tale ; I could talk , Mr. Wright , About this same picture from morning to night . The morning it lowered like the morning in Cato , And brought on , methought , as important a day too ; But about ten o'clock it began to ...
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... your buttered rolls deplore , Dame Jolt's brown horse , old Dobbin , is no more . ( 1761 ) JOHN CUNNINGHAM 1729-1773 326 Morning In the barn the tenant cock , Close to partlet perched on high , Briskly crows ( the shepherd's clock ! ) ...
... your buttered rolls deplore , Dame Jolt's brown horse , old Dobbin , is no more . ( 1761 ) JOHN CUNNINGHAM 1729-1773 326 Morning In the barn the tenant cock , Close to partlet perched on high , Briskly crows ( the shepherd's clock ! ) ...
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Tired with books and rolling on the bed , ' Tis an act of the priest to give patience a test ; ' Tis morning ; and the sun , with ruddy orb ' Tis not on the face displayed , ' Tis not the gaudy stream of rosy flame ' Tis the great art ...
Tired with books and rolling on the bed , ' Tis an act of the priest to give patience a test ; ' Tis morning ; and the sun , with ruddy orb ' Tis not on the face displayed , ' Tis not the gaudy stream of rosy flame ' Tis the great art ...
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JOHN POMFRET 16671702 | 1 |
THOMAS DURFEY 16531723 | 5 |
JOHN PHILIPS 16761709 | 6 |
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