Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... looks cheerful in thy sight ; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of ...
... looks cheerful in thy sight ; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of ...
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... looks threadbare to our eyes , and the machinery and imagery have lost all the charm that they may at one time have had . But as a versifier Garth must always deserve a place in the story of English literature . Claremont and his other ...
... looks threadbare to our eyes , and the machinery and imagery have lost all the charm that they may at one time have had . But as a versifier Garth must always deserve a place in the story of English literature . Claremont and his other ...
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... a supple smiling slave , Looks lofty now , and insolently grave ; Builds , settles , purchases , and has each hour Caps from the rich , and curses from the poor . Spadillio , that at table serv'd of late , Drinks SIR SAMUEL GARTH . 15.
... a supple smiling slave , Looks lofty now , and insolently grave ; Builds , settles , purchases , and has each hour Caps from the rich , and curses from the poor . Spadillio , that at table serv'd of late , Drinks SIR SAMUEL GARTH . 15.
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... looks to the general character of Prior's writings it is hard to understand how he could ever have penned this egregious didactic work . Yet he not only wrote it , but he hoped to live by VOL . III . it , and grew petulant when Pope ...
... looks to the general character of Prior's writings it is hard to understand how he could ever have penned this egregious didactic work . Yet he not only wrote it , but he hoped to live by VOL . III . it , and grew petulant when Pope ...
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... look The power they have to be obeyed . Nor quality , nor reputation , Forbid me yet my flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till she can spell . For , while she makes her silk - worms beds With all ...
... look The power they have to be obeyed . Nor quality , nor reputation , Forbid me yet my flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till she can spell . For , while she makes her silk - worms beds With all ...
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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 fool genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour lines literary live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'rs praise pride prose rhyme rise round satire sense shade shine sing smile song soul spirit Spleen style sweet Swift taste tear tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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الصفحة 369 - 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 366 - 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 556 - 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 539 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
الصفحة 512 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
الصفحة 592 - 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;
الصفحة 595 - 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 ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
الصفحة 248 - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
الصفحة 278 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
الصفحة 361 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.