English Poems: The Restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... pride , Nor can it e'er submit 10 To let that fop , Discretion , ride In triumph over it . False friends I have , as well as you , Who daily counsel me Fame and ambition to pursue , And leave off loving thee . 15 But when the least ...
... pride , Nor can it e'er submit 10 To let that fop , Discretion , ride In triumph over it . False friends I have , as well as you , Who daily counsel me Fame and ambition to pursue , And leave off loving thee . 15 But when the least ...
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... pride they fear ; Which if they chance to ' scape , Rivals and falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape . By such degrees to joy they come , And are so long withstood , So slowly they receive the sum , It hardly does them good ...
... pride they fear ; Which if they chance to ' scape , Rivals and falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape . By such degrees to joy they come , And are so long withstood , So slowly they receive the sum , It hardly does them good ...
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... pride and cruelty ; From me his languishments and fears , And every killing dart from thee : Thus thou and I the god have armed , And set him up a deity ; But my poor heart alone is harmed , Whilst thine the victor is , and free . 15 5 ...
... pride and cruelty ; From me his languishments and fears , And every killing dart from thee : Thus thou and I the god have armed , And set him up a deity ; But my poor heart alone is harmed , Whilst thine the victor is , and free . 15 5 ...
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... pride , That along the clifts do glide ; By thy visage fierce and black ; By the death's head on thy back ; By the twisted serpents placed For a girdle round thy waist ; By the hearts of gold that deck Thy breast , thy shoulders , and ...
... pride , That along the clifts do glide ; By thy visage fierce and black ; By the death's head on thy back ; By the twisted serpents placed For a girdle round thy waist ; By the hearts of gold that deck Thy breast , thy shoulders , and ...
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... pride of all the main ; Which with his one so vigorously he pressed , And flew so home , they could not rise again . 5 Already battered by his lee they lay ; In vain JOHN DRYDEN 15 Song (I feed a flame within) From Annus Mirabilis The ...
... pride of all the main ; Which with his one so vigorously he pressed , And flew so home , they could not rise again . 5 Already battered by his lee they lay ; In vain JOHN DRYDEN 15 Song (I feed a flame within) From Annus Mirabilis The ...
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الصفحة 239 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 281 - 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 236 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. 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 435 - And account that the long-suffering of our Lord is salvation ; even as our beloved brother Paul also according to the wisdom given unto him hath written unto you ; as also in all his epistles, speaking in them of these things ; in which are some things hard to be understood, which they that are unlearned and unstable wrest, as they do also the other scriptures, unto their own destruction.
الصفحة 435 - And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them. Then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst and said, Peace be unto you.
الصفحة 239 - 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 379 - 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 237 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, 25 Their furrow oft the. stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
الصفحة 280 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
الصفحة 284 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side. But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.