The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... feel compelled to resort , he owes almost nothing to foreign influence . ' I am , ' he wrote , ' for every man's working on his own materials , and producing only what he can find within himself ' : he consistently carved everything he ...
... feel compelled to resort , he owes almost nothing to foreign influence . ' I am , ' he wrote , ' for every man's working on his own materials , and producing only what he can find within himself ' : he consistently carved everything he ...
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... feel that the pathos and sublimity of the Hebrew prophet are destroyed by the artificial embroidery with which Pope has overlaid them . Pope's Messiah reads to us like a sickly paraphrase , in which all the majesty of the original is ...
... feel that the pathos and sublimity of the Hebrew prophet are destroyed by the artificial embroidery with which Pope has overlaid them . Pope's Messiah reads to us like a sickly paraphrase , in which all the majesty of the original is ...
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... feel increases and decays , And see now clearer and now darker days . Regard not , then , if wit be old or new , But blame the false , and value still the true . Some ne'er advance a judgment of their own , But catch the spreading ...
... feel increases and decays , And see now clearer and now darker days . Regard not , then , if wit be old or new , But blame the false , and value still the true . Some ne'er advance a judgment of their own , But catch the spreading ...
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... feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins , Be stop'd in vials , or transfixed with pins ; Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie , Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye : Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain , While clog'd ...
... feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins , Be stop'd in vials , or transfixed with pins ; Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie , Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye : Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain , While clog'd ...
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... feel , The conqu'ring force of unresisted steel ? FROM THE ILIAD . BOOK VIII . The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground . As when the moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure ...
... feel , The conqu'ring force of unresisted steel ? FROM THE ILIAD . BOOK VIII . The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground . As when the moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure ...
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Addison admiration Ambrose Philips beauty beneath blank verse blest born breast breath Castle of Indolence charms couplet court criticism death Dunciad e'er Eclogues English English poetry Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fool frae genius GEORGE SAINTSBURY grace grave Gray Grongar Hill hand happy head heart heaven Horace kings knave live Lord Lord Hervey mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion perhaps 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 tell thee things thou thought thro toil trembling truth turns Twas verse virtue Whig wind wise write youth
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