Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 - English poetry |
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... side of the animated judgments of Pope in his Epistle to Augustus , his historical survey of English poetry seems flat and languid . His VOL . III . B His Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ; JOSEPH ADDISON ...
... side of the animated judgments of Pope in his Epistle to Augustus , his historical survey of English poetry seems flat and languid . His VOL . III . B His Letter from Italy is certainly his most successful composition ; JOSEPH ADDISON ...
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... sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments projecting , And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get , But a neck when once broken Can never be set , And , that he could die Whenever he would , Whereas he ...
... sides did appear , And the bottom how deep , His torments projecting , And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new love may get , But a neck when once broken Can never be set , And , that he could die Whenever he would , Whereas he ...
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... side by side with the polish and smoothness which are its great merits . Except for its versification , which not only long preceded Pope , but also anticipated Addison's happiest effort by some years , The Dispensary is not now an ...
... side by side with the polish and smoothness which are its great merits . Except for its versification , which not only long preceded Pope , but also anticipated Addison's happiest effort by some years , The Dispensary is not now an ...
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... sides he shakes the fleecy snow . Around this hoary prince , from watery beds , His subject islands raise their verdant heads s ; The waves so gently wash each rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring ...
... sides he shakes the fleecy snow . Around this hoary prince , from watery beds , His subject islands raise their verdant heads s ; The waves so gently wash each rising hill , The land seems floating , and the ocean still . Eternal spring ...
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... side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good Vandergoes and his provident Vrouw , As they gaze on my triumph , do freely allow , That , search all the province , you'll find no ...
... side ? And is it enough for the joys of the day To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say , When good Vandergoes and his provident Vrouw , As they gaze on my triumph , do freely allow , That , search all the province , you'll find no ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death delight Dryden Dunciad Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace Gratius Faliscus grave Gray Gray's Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart heaven Horace Horace Walpole kings knave labour lines literary live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's pow'rs praise pride prose rhyme rise 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 Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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;
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 278 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Page 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.