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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Writing ne'er cramped the sinews of my thumb , No barb'rous birch e'er brushed my brawny bum . My guts ne'er suffered from a college - cook , My name ne'er entered in a buttery - book . Grammar in vain the sons of Priscian teach ...
Writing ne'er cramped the sinews of my thumb , No barb'rous birch e'er brushed my brawny bum . My guts ne'er suffered from a college - cook , My name ne'er entered in a buttery - book . Grammar in vain the sons of Priscian teach ...
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Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks and stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er tastes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In ...
Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks and stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er tastes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In ...
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30 O weep not , lady , weep not soe ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart Ne teares bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest youth , That e'er wan ...
30 O weep not , lady , weep not soe ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart Ne teares bedew thy cheek . O do not , do not , holy friar , My sorrow now reprove ; For I have lost the sweetest youth , That e'er wan ...
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JOHN POMFRET 16671702 | 1 |
THOMAS DURFEY 16531723 | 5 |
JOHN PHILIPS 16761709 | 6 |
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