English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... wave the azure main , Our paper , pen , and ink , and we Roll up and down our ships at sea- With a fa , la , la , la , la ! Then if we write not by each post , Think not we are unkind , Nor yet conclude our ships are lost By Dutchmen or ...
... wave the azure main , Our paper , pen , and ink , and we Roll up and down our ships at sea- With a fa , la , la , la , la ! Then if we write not by each post , Think not we are unkind , Nor yet conclude our ships are lost By Dutchmen or ...
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... waves to alter the fair form it bears ; As that unspotted sky Where Nile does want of rain supply Is free from clouds , from storm is ever free ; So thy unvaried mind was always one , And with such clear serenity still shone , And ...
... waves to alter the fair form it bears ; As that unspotted sky Where Nile does want of rain supply Is free from clouds , from storm is ever free ; So thy unvaried mind was always one , And with such clear serenity still shone , And ...
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... waves went high , He sought the storms ; but , for a calm unfit , Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit . Great wits are sure to madness near allied , And thin partitions do their bounds divide ; Else why should he , with ...
... waves went high , He sought the storms ; but , for a calm unfit , Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit . Great wits are sure to madness near allied , And thin partitions do their bounds divide ; Else why should he , with ...
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... waves , the zephyrs gently play , Belinda smiled , and all the world was gay . All but the sylph ; with careful thoughts oppressed , Th ' impending woe sat heavy on his breast . He summons straight his denizens of air : The lucid ...
... waves , the zephyrs gently play , Belinda smiled , and all the world was gay . All but the sylph ; with careful thoughts oppressed , Th ' impending woe sat heavy on his breast . He summons straight his denizens of air : The lucid ...
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... wave their wings . Amid the circle , on the gilded mast , Superior by the head , was Ariel placed ; He raised his azure wand , and thus begun : His purple pinions op'ning to the sun , " Ye sylphs and sylphids , to your chief give ear ...
... wave their wings . Amid the circle , on the gilded mast , Superior by the head , was Ariel placed ; He raised his azure wand , and thus begun : His purple pinions op'ning to the sun , " Ye sylphs and sylphids , to your chief give ear ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid auld auld lang syne bard beauty beneath blest breast breath charms clouds COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA crown dear death dread Dryden Dunciad e'er earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire fool frae gentle grace green Grongar Hill hand happy head hear heart Heav'n Highland laddie king live look Lord Lubberkin lyre Mac Flecknoe maid maun mind Muse Nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once pain passion plain play pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pope pow'r praise pray'r pride queen rage rise round scene shade shining sighs sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spring sweet sylphs tears Thalestris thee thine thou thought toil trembling vale verse wander wave weep wild wind wings wyllowe youth ΙΟ
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Página 241 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Página 283 - 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.
Página 241 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 357 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing...
Página 239 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 358 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Página 287 - For even though vanquished he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Página 381 - 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 138 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 325 - May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished...