The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... spirit of the times . The Campaign was called by Warton , not unjustly , a ' gazette in rhyme ' ; the epic style however seems to have been considered indispensable to the subject ; and allowing for this pre- liminary condition ...
... spirit of the times . The Campaign was called by Warton , not unjustly , a ' gazette in rhyme ' ; the epic style however seems to have been considered indispensable to the subject ; and allowing for this pre- liminary condition ...
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... 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 then , prithee , cease thy tune ...
... 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 then , prithee , cease thy tune ...
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... spirit feels , And no fierce light disturbs , whilst it reveals ; But silent musings urge the mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed ...
... spirit feels , And no fierce light disturbs , whilst it reveals ; But silent musings urge the mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed ...
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... spirit in which Bentham defined poetry as misrepresentation . But towards the close of the seventeenth and during the end of the eighteenth centuries , almost every English writer - apart from those purely scientific - had to pay toll ...
... spirit in which Bentham defined poetry as misrepresentation . But towards the close of the seventeenth and during the end of the eighteenth centuries , almost every English writer - apart from those purely scientific - had to pay toll ...
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... looks : He might , if he were worldly wise , Preferment get , and spare his eyes ; But owns he had a stubborn spirit , That made him trust alone to merit ; Would rise by merit to promotion ; Alas ! a 46 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... looks : He might , if he were worldly wise , Preferment get , and spare his eyes ; But owns he had a stubborn spirit , That made him trust alone to merit ; Would rise by merit to promotion ; Alas ! a 46 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Página 527 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!