The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, المجلد 1Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1881 |
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... bear so much anguish , But , mad with his love , To a precipice goes , Where a leap from above Would finish his woes . When in rage he came there , Beholding how steep The sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments ...
... bear so much anguish , But , mad with his love , To a precipice goes , Where a leap from above Would finish his woes . When in rage he came there , Beholding how steep The sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments ...
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... here Warms the mild air , and crowns the youthful year . From crystal rocks transparent rivulets flow ; The tuberose ever breathes , and violets blow ; The vine undressed her swelling clusters bears , The labouring 14 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... here Warms the mild air , and crowns the youthful year . From crystal rocks transparent rivulets flow ; The tuberose ever breathes , and violets blow ; The vine undressed her swelling clusters bears , The labouring 14 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... bears , In th ' other a prophetic sieve and sheers . [ Fortune speaks . ] " Tis I that give , so mighty is my power , Faith to the Jew , complexion to the Moor , I am the wretch's wish , the rook's pretence , The sluggard's ease , the ...
... bears , In th ' other a prophetic sieve and sheers . [ Fortune speaks . ] " Tis I that give , so mighty is my power , Faith to the Jew , complexion to the Moor , I am the wretch's wish , the rook's pretence , The sluggard's ease , the ...
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... bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose : That thrown again upon the coast ...
... bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose : That thrown again upon the coast ...
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... bears itself upright , And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite , Whence spring the woodbind and the bramble - rose , And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows , Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes , Yet chequers still with ...
... bears itself upright , And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite , Whence spring the woodbind and the bramble - rose , And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows , Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes , Yet chequers still with ...
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The English Poets; Selections Volume 5 <span dir=ltr>Thomas Humphry Ward</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2015 |
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admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath charm Chatterton Cowper criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues EDWARD DOWDEN Elegy English English poetry Epistle ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel fool frae genius gentle GEORGE SAINTSBURY Goldsmith grace grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole Isocrates kings labour literary live Lord lyre mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers o'er once pain passion Pembroke Hall perhaps Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise pride prose rise round satire sense shade sing smile song soul sound spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things THOMAS WARTON thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue wave wind write youth
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الصفحة 567 - 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 288 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
الصفحة 566 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
الصفحة 263 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within.
الصفحة 335 - The Epitaph. 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, Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
الصفحة 262 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
الصفحة 562 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
الصفحة 481 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
الصفحة 374 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 376 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly. For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state To spurn imploring famine from the gate; But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!