Third period - From Dryden to CowperJames Nichol, 1860 |
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... voice ill - boding , and the solemn sound . What should I do ? or whither turn ? Amazed , Confounded , to the dark recess I fly vie Of wood - hole ; straight my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear ; a chilly sweat bedews My ...
... voice ill - boding , and the solemn sound . What should I do ? or whither turn ? Amazed , Confounded , to the dark recess I fly vie Of wood - hole ; straight my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear ; a chilly sweat bedews My ...
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... voice unnumbered worlds declare . ELIJAH FENTON . THIS author , who was very much respected by his contemporaries , and who translated a portion of the Odyssey in conjunction with Pope , was born May 20 , 1683 , at Newcastle , in ...
... voice unnumbered worlds declare . ELIJAH FENTON . THIS author , who was very much respected by his contemporaries , and who translated a portion of the Odyssey in conjunction with Pope , was born May 20 , 1683 , at Newcastle , in ...
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... voice at noon declares , Warning the cook - maid not to burn That roast meat which it cannot turn . The groaning - chair began to crawl , Like a huge snail , along the wall ; There stuck aloft in public view , And with small change a ...
... voice at noon declares , Warning the cook - maid not to burn That roast meat which it cannot turn . The groaning - chair began to crawl , Like a huge snail , along the wall ; There stuck aloft in public view , And with small change a ...
الصفحة 95
... voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain , " You have waked me too soon , I must slumber again . ' As the door on its hinges , so he on his bed , Turns his sides , and his shoulders , and his heavy head . 2 ' A little more sleep ...
... voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain , " You have waked me too soon , I must slumber again . ' As the door on its hinges , so he on his bed , Turns his sides , and his shoulders , and his heavy head . 2 ' A little more sleep ...
الصفحة 101
... voice was lost . 3 My bosom glowed : the subtle flame Ran quickly through my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung , My ears 101 1640-1800 . ] [ PHILIPS . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . A Fragment of Sappho.
... voice was lost . 3 My bosom glowed : the subtle flame Ran quickly through my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung , My ears 101 1640-1800 . ] [ PHILIPS . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . A Fragment of Sappho.
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Allan Ramsay arms bard beauty became beneath birks bless blest bloom bonny bonny bride born Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Busk ye Canynge charms cheerful CHRISTOPHER SMART Crieff Cuckoo Cumnor DAVID MALLETT dear death delight died divine Dr Johnson e'er elevated song eyes fair fame father fear flame flowers frae genius gentle grace green grove hear heart heaven hills Invermay Jenny king live Lochaber Lord maid Mallett married maun mild ale mind Monody mournful Muse nature's ne'er never night o'er peace Peggy poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope praise rose round shade sigh sing smile song Song to David soon sorrow soul Splendid Shilling spring sweet Swift tears tell thee thine thou thought Tis green Twas verse virtue voice waves weep wife wind wing wrote youth
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الصفحة 146 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
الصفحة 201 - Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
الصفحة 145 - WEEP ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: But weep sore for him that goeth away : For he shall return no more, Nor see his native country.
الصفحة 305 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, — Tell them...
الصفحة 129 - My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named ; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
الصفحة 305 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear: Take that best gift which Heaven so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
الصفحة 97 - Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
الصفحة 74 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall, (I wish I knew what king to call.; Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
الصفحة 169 - Strong is the lion — like a coal His eyeball — like a bastion's mole His chest against the foes: Strong the gier-eagle on his sail, Strong against tide the enormous whale Emerges as he goes.
الصفحة 73 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, ' I 'm sorry — but we all must die!