The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1881 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 64
Página 20
... half - drowned in interest and prose ? By Greece and past ages what need I be tried , When the Hague and the present are both on my side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good ...
... half - drowned in interest and prose ? By Greece and past ages what need I be tried , When the Hague and the present are both on my side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good ...
Página 37
... many of which , like the epigrams that disfigure the otherwise exquisite pages of Herrick , have all the coarseness with only half the wit of Martial . His addresses to women are , as might be expected , JONATHAN SWIFT . 37.
... many of which , like the epigrams that disfigure the otherwise exquisite pages of Herrick , have all the coarseness with only half the wit of Martial . His addresses to women are , as might be expected , JONATHAN SWIFT . 37.
Página 39
... half the street . The turnkey now his flock returning sees , Duly let out a - nights to steal for fees : The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands , And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands . HORACE , BOOK IV . ODE IX ...
... half the street . The turnkey now his flock returning sees , Duly let out a - nights to steal for fees : The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands , And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands . HORACE , BOOK IV . ODE IX ...
Página 43
... half already done , The child with native beauty shone ; The outward form no help required : Each , breathing on her thrice , inspired That gentle , soft , engaging air , Which in old times adorn'd the fair : And said , ' Vanessa be the ...
... half already done , The child with native beauty shone ; The outward form no help required : Each , breathing on her thrice , inspired That gentle , soft , engaging air , Which in old times adorn'd the fair : And said , ' Vanessa be the ...
Página 44
... , is sorry for ' t , His ears are half a foot too short ; Which could he to the standard bring , He'd show his face before the king : Then for his voice , there's none disputes That he's 44 THE ENGLISH POETS . The Beasts' Confession.
... , is sorry for ' t , His ears are half a foot too short ; Which could he to the standard bring , He'd show his face before the king : Then for his voice , there's none disputes That he's 44 THE ENGLISH POETS . The Beasts' Confession.
Contenido
130 | |
145 | |
154 | |
159 | |
168 | |
183 | |
194 | |
203 | |
217 | |
230 | |
239 | |
245 | |
251 | |
265 | |
271 | |
278 | |
294 | |
300 | |
302 | |
318 | |
396 | |
412 | |
422 | |
447 | |
453 | |
459 | |
486 | |
499 | |
512 | |
525 | |
531 | |
537 | |
543 | |
549 | |
560 | |
566 | |
572 | |
581 | |
600 | |
607 | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
admiration Æsop Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blest born breast breath charm couplet court critics death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate feel fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour literary live Lord Lord Hervey lyre mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pride prose rhyme 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 turns Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
Pasajes populares
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.