The English Poets: Addison to BlakeMacmillan, 1880 - English poetry |
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... Fair Prospect Crazy Kate . The Gipsies England • Autobiographical The Post . The Fireside in Winter Snow . . · Early Love of the Country and of Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the Woods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . To the ...
... Fair Prospect Crazy Kate . The Gipsies England • Autobiographical The Post . The Fireside in Winter Snow . . · Early Love of the Country and of Poetry Meditation in Winter . The Poet in the Woods An Epistle to Joseph Hill , Esq . To the ...
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... Fair Epistle to a Young Friend A Bard's Epitaph Extract from The Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope The Birks of Aberfeldy · Of a ' the Airts the Wind can Blaw Auld Lang Syne • John Anderson , my Jo Tam Glen The Happy Trio To Mary in ...
... Fair Epistle to a Young Friend A Bard's Epitaph Extract from The Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope The Birks of Aberfeldy · Of a ' the Airts the Wind can Blaw Auld Lang Syne • John Anderson , my Jo Tam Glen The Happy Trio To Mary in ...
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... Fair Sex , 1690 , and Poems , 1691. ] The praise of Dryden first recommended to the public a poet who has since his death been solely immortalised by the praise of Pope . The lines of the latter , written in 1709 , are familiar to most ...
... Fair Sex , 1690 , and Poems , 1691. ] The praise of Dryden first recommended to the public a poet who has since his death been solely immortalised by the praise of Pope . The lines of the latter , written in 1709 , are familiar to most ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. THE DESPAIRING LOVER . Distracted with care For Phyllis the fair , Since nothing could move her , Poor Damon , her lover , Resolves in despair No longer to languish , Nor bear so much anguish , But , mad with his ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. THE DESPAIRING LOVER . Distracted with care For Phyllis the fair , Since nothing could move her , Poor Damon , her lover , Resolves in despair No longer to languish , Nor bear so much anguish , But , mad with his ...
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... familiar verse ; and the little song ' False though she be to me and love ' has almost a note of genuine regret . AUSTIN DOBSO AMORET . Fair Amoret is gone astray ; Pursue and WILLIAM CONGREVE . II Austin Dobson PAGE I 1 ∞ ΙΟ Amoret Song.
... familiar verse ; and the little song ' False though she be to me and love ' has almost a note of genuine regret . AUSTIN DOBSO AMORET . Fair Amoret is gone astray ; Pursue and WILLIAM CONGREVE . II Austin Dobson PAGE I 1 ∞ ΙΟ Amoret Song.
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Page 85 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 263 - 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.
Page 532 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 262 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Page 263 - 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.
Page 604 - Pipe a song about a Lamb !" So I piped with merry cheer. "Piper, pipe that song again;" So I piped: he wept to hear. "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit th/ee down and write In a book that all may read.
Page 562 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel 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...
Page 374 - 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.
Page 287 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blessed ! 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell, a weeping hermit, there ! ODE TO EVENING.
Page 290 - With woful measures, wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.