The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1881 |
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... give , Or teach their animated rocks to live : Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate And hold in balance each contending state , To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war , And answer B 2 JOSEPH ADDISON . 3 Extract from The ...
... give , Or teach their animated rocks to live : Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate And hold in balance each contending state , To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war , And answer B 2 JOSEPH ADDISON . 3 Extract from The ...
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... give extracts from The Dispensary only , reminding the reader that the poem gives a burlesque account of the opposition made by some physicians and apothecaries to the plan of giving gratuitous advice and medicine to the poor . We may ...
... give extracts from The Dispensary only , reminding the reader that the poem gives a burlesque account of the opposition made by some physicians and apothecaries to the plan of giving gratuitous advice and medicine to the poor . We may ...
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... Gives and resumes , and smiles and frowns by fits . In this still labyrinth , around her lie Spells , philters , globes ... give , so mighty is my power , Faith to the Jew , complexion to the Moor , I am the wretch's wish , the rook's ...
... Gives and resumes , and smiles and frowns by fits . In this still labyrinth , around her lie Spells , philters , globes ... give , so mighty is my power , Faith to the Jew , complexion to the Moor , I am the wretch's wish , the rook's ...
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... it is a some- thing to which we cannot give a name , unless , indeed , we take refuge in paradox , and say that it is .... MATTHEW PRIOR . AUSTIN DOBSON . THE SECRETARY , [ Written at the Hague , in C 2 MATTHEW PRIOR . 19.
... it is a some- thing to which we cannot give a name , unless , indeed , we take refuge in paradox , and say that it is .... MATTHEW PRIOR . AUSTIN DOBSON . THE SECRETARY , [ Written at the Hague , in C 2 MATTHEW PRIOR . 19.
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... give me leave to write , I fear , And we shall still continue friends . For , as our different ages move , ' Tis so ordained , ( would Fate but mend it ! ) That I shall be past making love , When she begins to comprehend it . · A SONG ...
... give me leave to write , I fear , And we shall still continue friends . For , as our different ages move , ' Tis so ordained , ( would Fate but mend it ! ) That I shall be past making love , When she begins to comprehend it . · A SONG ...
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Página 259 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find ! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Página 256 - 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.
Página 554 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 527 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Página 4 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Página 283 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 529 - Wallace's undaunted heart, Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part: (The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!
Página 375 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale; No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Página 369 - 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...
Página 259 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.