The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... published , in one of Dryden's Miscellanies , his Account of the Principal English Poets ; in 1695 appeared his Address to King William . Having obtained a pension of £ 300 to enable him to travel , he visited the continent , and in ...
... published , in one of Dryden's Miscellanies , his Account of the Principal English Poets ; in 1695 appeared his Address to King William . Having obtained a pension of £ 300 to enable him to travel , he visited the continent , and in ...
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... published in 1710. He died in 1729. ] The poetical remains of Congreve , especially when considered in connection with those remarkable dramatic works which achieved for him so swift and splendid a reputation , have but a slender claim ...
... published in 1710. He died in 1729. ] The poetical remains of Congreve , especially when considered in connection with those remarkable dramatic works which achieved for him so swift and splendid a reputation , have but a slender claim ...
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... published , in connection with Charles Montague , afterwards Earl of Halifax , a caricature of Dryden's Hind and Panther , under the title of The Hind and the Panther transvers'd to the story of the Country Mouse and the City Mouse . In ...
... published , in connection with Charles Montague , afterwards Earl of Halifax , a caricature of Dryden's Hind and Panther , under the title of The Hind and the Panther transvers'd to the story of the Country Mouse and the City Mouse . In ...
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... published piece of The Conversation . Another long poem , the frigid paraphrase of the fine old ballad of The Not - Browne Maid to which he gave the title of ' Henry and Emma , ' although it contains the oft - quoted ( and mis - quoted ) ...
... published piece of The Conversation . Another long poem , the frigid paraphrase of the fine old ballad of The Not - Browne Maid to which he gave the title of ' Henry and Emma , ' although it contains the oft - quoted ( and mis - quoted ) ...
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... publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit . ANOTHER . Yes , every poet is a fool : By demonstration Ned can show it : Happy , could Ned's inverted rule Prove every fool to be a poet . FOR MY OWN TOMB - STONE . To ...
... publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit . ANOTHER . Yes , every poet is a fool : By demonstration Ned can show it : Happy , could Ned's inverted rule Prove every fool to be a poet . FOR MY OWN TOMB - STONE . To ...
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الصفحة 258 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
الصفحة 563 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
الصفحة 564 - 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
الصفحة 561 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
الصفحة 374 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. 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.
الصفحة 330 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
الصفحة 557 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
الصفحة 377 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
الصفحة 327 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 527 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!