Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1921 - English poetry |
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... sense - the true touchstone of poetical art - that what he is saying is expressed better in verse than it could be expressed in prose . Nor is this to be attributed to the comparatively prosaic nature of the subjects he undertakes ...
... sense - the true touchstone of poetical art - that what he is saying is expressed better in verse than it could be expressed in prose . Nor is this to be attributed to the comparatively prosaic nature of the subjects he undertakes ...
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... sense . Dryden , however , was almost the only person who perceived the moral beauty of Walsh's verse , and certainly was alone in praising his very remarkable Defence of the Fair Sex , in which the young poet , in an age given up to ...
... sense . Dryden , however , was almost the only person who perceived the moral beauty of Walsh's verse , and certainly was alone in praising his very remarkable Defence of the Fair Sex , in which the young poet , in an age given up to ...
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... sense that shall retain Still some spirit of the brain , Till with sounds like those it join ? " Twill not be ! then change thy note , Let division shake thy throat ! Hark ! division now she tries , Yet as far the Muse outflies ! Cease ...
... sense that shall retain Still some spirit of the brain , Till with sounds like those it join ? " Twill not be ! then change thy note , Let division shake thy throat ! Hark ! division now she tries , Yet as far the Muse outflies ! Cease ...
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... sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And pleasure we resign for short and nauseous ...
... sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And pleasure we resign for short and nauseous ...
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... sense than I can do in six , It gives me such a jealous fit , I cry , ' Pox take him and his wit i ' I grieve to be outdone by Gay In my own humorous biting way . Arbuthnot is no more my friend , Who dares to irony pretend , Which I was ...
... sense than I can do in six , It gives me such a jealous fit , I cry , ' Pox take him and his wit i ' I grieve to be outdone by Gay In my own humorous biting way . Arbuthnot is no more my friend , Who dares to irony pretend , Which I was ...
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Page 568 - 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
Page 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 378 - 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.
Page 331 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 373 - ... how often have I blessed 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 ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Page 287 - 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.
Page 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 551 - 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.
Page 565 - 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, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?