The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1906 - English poetry |
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... write on themes which seem un- propitious when compared with the materials of the Elizabethan poets ; but the best work of these three poets is , in its class , first - rate ; Addison's work is never more than second - rate . Account of ...
... write on themes which seem un- propitious when compared with the materials of the Elizabethan poets ; but the best work of these three poets is , in its class , first - rate ; Addison's work is never more than second - rate . Account of ...
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... write with ardour , but the style of Addison's panegyrics on 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 ...
... write with ardour , but the style of Addison's panegyrics on 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 ...
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... writer who took the couplet , as Dryden had fashioned it , ' from Dryden's hands , and displayed it in the form it maintained throughout the eighteenth century . In some respects it may be said that no advance in this peculiar model was ...
... writer who took the couplet , as Dryden had fashioned it , ' from Dryden's hands , and displayed it in the form it maintained throughout the eighteenth century . In some respects it may be said that no advance in this peculiar model was ...
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... writes of them with real respect and deep feeling . What interests him most , it is clear , is not the tender passion in its more refined conditions , but those pretty episodes and accidents at which , they say , Dame Venus laughs ...
... writes of them with real respect and deep feeling . What interests him most , it is clear , is not the tender passion in its more refined conditions , but those pretty episodes and accidents at which , they say , Dame Venus laughs ...
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... writer of familiar verse ; but it is a some- thing to which we cannot give a name , unless , indeed , we take refuge in paradox , and say that it is .... MATTHEW Prior . AUSTIN DOBSON . THE SECRETARY . [ Written at the Hague , in C2 ...
... writer of familiar verse ; but it is a some- thing to which we cannot give a name , unless , indeed , we take refuge in paradox , and say that it is .... MATTHEW Prior . AUSTIN DOBSON . THE SECRETARY . [ Written at the Hague , in C2 ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel fool GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour lines live Lord Lord Hervey lyre mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'rs praise pride prose rhyme rise round satire sense shade shine smile soft song soul spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue wind wise write youth
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Page 321 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
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 378 - 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.
Page 568 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 607 - 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?
Page 553 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 332 - Await alike the inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Page 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 290 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...