Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... write on themes which seem un- propitious when compared with the materials of the Elizabethan poets ; but the best work of these three poets is , in its class , first - rate ; Addison's work is never more than second - rate . Account of ...
... write on themes which seem un- propitious when compared with the materials of the Elizabethan poets ; but the best work of these three poets is , in its class , first - rate ; Addison's work is never more than second - rate . Account of ...
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... write with ardour , but the style of Addison's panegyrics on King William III is as artificial as the sentiments by which they were prompted . His sole conception of poetical compliment is hyperbole . When , for instance , he wishes to ...
... write with ardour , but the style of Addison's panegyrics on King William III is as artificial as the sentiments by which they were prompted . His sole conception of poetical compliment is hyperbole . When , for instance , he wishes to ...
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... writer who took the couplet , as Dryden had fashioned it , from Dryden's hands , and displayed it in the form it maintained throughout the eighteenth century . In some respects it may be said that no advance in this peculiar model was ...
... writer who took the couplet , as Dryden had fashioned it , from Dryden's hands , and displayed it in the form it maintained throughout the eighteenth century . In some respects it may be said that no advance in this peculiar model was ...
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... writes of them with real respect and deep feeling . What interests him most , it is clear , is not the tender passion in its more refined conditions , but those pretty episodes and accidents at which , they say , Dame Venus laughs ...
... writes of them with real respect and deep feeling . What interests him most , it is clear , is not the tender passion in its more refined conditions , but those pretty episodes and accidents at which , they say , Dame Venus laughs ...
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... writer of familiar verse ; but 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 ...
... writer of familiar verse ; but 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 ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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;
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 278 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Página 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.