The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her ...
... mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her ...
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... mind Which raise a flame that will endure For ever uncorrupt and pure ; 1 A lady whom Swift had praised as a ' happy composition ' of innocence , breeding , wit , & c . * The Countess of Donegal , daughter to the first earl of Granard ...
... mind Which raise a flame that will endure For ever uncorrupt and pure ; 1 A lady whom Swift had praised as a ' happy composition ' of innocence , breeding , wit , & c . * The Countess of Donegal , daughter to the first earl of Granard ...
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... mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of amaranthine flowers . In nectar thrice infuses bays , Three times refined in Titan's rays ; Then calls the Graces to her aid , And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid : From ...
... mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of amaranthine flowers . In nectar thrice infuses bays , Three times refined in Titan's rays ; Then calls the Graces to her aid , And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid : From ...
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... mind , to enlarge his view of the world , to store up knowledge - these were things unknown to him . Any ideas , any thoughts , such as custom , chance , society or sect may suggest , are good enough , but each idea must be turned over ...
... mind , to enlarge his view of the world , to store up knowledge - these were things unknown to him . Any ideas , any thoughts , such as custom , chance , society or sect may suggest , are good enough , but each idea must be turned over ...
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... mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . For works may have more wit than does ' em good , As bodies perish through excess of blood . Others for Language all their care express ...
... mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . For works may have more wit than does ' em good , As bodies perish through excess of blood . Others for Language all their care express ...
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Página 258 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Página 563 - 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
Página 564 - 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
Página 561 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Página 374 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. 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.
Página 330 - 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.
Página 557 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 377 - 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.
Página 327 - 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...
Página 527 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!