Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British PoetsRoutledge, 1863 - 706 من الصفحات |
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... ADDISON . POPE SWIFT . THOMSON SHENSTONE CHATTERTON GRAY . . GOLDSMITH BURNS COWPER . MRS . TIGHE KEATS SHELLEY Ludlow Castle . Burleigh House Holland House Villa at Twickenham Laracor Church Stella's House • Ruins of Swift's House ...
... ADDISON . POPE SWIFT . THOMSON SHENSTONE CHATTERTON GRAY . . GOLDSMITH BURNS COWPER . MRS . TIGHE KEATS SHELLEY Ludlow Castle . Burleigh House Holland House Villa at Twickenham Laracor Church Stella's House • Ruins of Swift's House ...
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... Addison , and by Queen Caroline , who sent her a present of fifty guineas . She had seven sons and three daughters , of whom Caleb and Elizabeth are remem- bered . Caleb emigrated to Fort Saint George , where , perhaps , he died ...
... Addison , and by Queen Caroline , who sent her a present of fifty guineas . She had seven sons and three daughters , of whom Caleb and Elizabeth are remem- bered . Caleb emigrated to Fort Saint George , where , perhaps , he died ...
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... Addison , and most literary men who have married titled ladies , he did not find it contribute much to his comfort . His wife was Lady Elizabeth Howard , the eldest daughter of the Earl of Berkshire , and sister of his friend Sir Robert ...
... Addison , and most literary men who have married titled ladies , he did not find it contribute much to his comfort . His wife was Lady Elizabeth Howard , the eldest daughter of the Earl of Berkshire , and sister of his friend Sir Robert ...
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... the poet in Westminster Abbey is familiar to the public , placed there by Sheffield , Duke of Buckingham , bearing only a single word , the illustrious name of - DRYDEN . JOSEPH ADDISON . ADDISON was a fortunate man ; the 82 DRYDEN .
... the poet in Westminster Abbey is familiar to the public , placed there by Sheffield , Duke of Buckingham , bearing only a single word , the illustrious name of - DRYDEN . JOSEPH ADDISON . ADDISON was a fortunate man ; the 82 DRYDEN .
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William Howitt. JOSEPH ADDISON . ADDISON was a fortunate man ; the houses in which he lived testify it . His fame as a poet , though considerable in his own time , has now dwindled to a point which would not warrant us to include him in ...
William Howitt. JOSEPH ADDISON . ADDISON was a fortunate man ; the houses in which he lived testify it . His fame as a poet , though considerable in his own time , has now dwindled to a point which would not warrant us to include him in ...
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الصفحة 200 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor...
الصفحة 193 - 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 : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
الصفحة 202 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
الصفحة 205 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place; Unpractised he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise.
الصفحة 34 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
الصفحة 295 - Homer ruled as his demesne: Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
الصفحة 272 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, 'Tis now become a history little...
الصفحة 306 - And then I clasped my hands, and looked around — (But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground) — So without shame I spake — I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
الصفحة 192 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 59 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!