English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 páginas |
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... MUSES ( 1783 ) INTRODUCTION TO SONGS OF INNOCENCE ( 1789 ) THE LAMB ( 1789 ) . THE LITTLE BLACK Boy ( 1789 ) A CRADLE SONG ( 1789 ) HOLY THURSDAY ( 1789 ) THE DIVINE IMAGE ( 1789 ) ON ANOTHER'S SORROW ( 1789 ) THE BOOK OF THEL ( 1789 ) ...
... MUSES ( 1783 ) INTRODUCTION TO SONGS OF INNOCENCE ( 1789 ) THE LAMB ( 1789 ) . THE LITTLE BLACK Boy ( 1789 ) A CRADLE SONG ( 1789 ) HOLY THURSDAY ( 1789 ) THE DIVINE IMAGE ( 1789 ) ON ANOTHER'S SORROW ( 1789 ) THE BOOK OF THEL ( 1789 ) ...
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... Muse was to be the mood of the moment . Herein he brought to fulfillment the sentimental desire for the libera- tion of the emotions ; but his work , taken as a whole , can scarcely be said to vindicate the faith that the emotions ...
... Muse was to be the mood of the moment . Herein he brought to fulfillment the sentimental desire for the libera- tion of the emotions ; but his work , taken as a whole , can scarcely be said to vindicate the faith that the emotions ...
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... they would have feared to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's bands When her proud foe ranged on their borders stands . But , O my Muse , what numbers wilt thou JOSEPH ADDISON 9 JOSEPH ADDISON THE CAMPAIGN (1704), ll 259-292.
... they would have feared to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's bands When her proud foe ranged on their borders stands . But , O my Muse , what numbers wilt thou JOSEPH ADDISON 9 JOSEPH ADDISON THE CAMPAIGN (1704), ll 259-292.
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Ernest Bernbaum. But , O my Muse , what numbers wilt thou find To sing the furious troops in battle joined ! Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound The victor's shouts and dying groans confound , The dreadful burst of cannon rend ...
Ernest Bernbaum. But , O my Muse , what numbers wilt thou find To sing the furious troops in battle joined ! Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound The victor's shouts and dying groans confound , The dreadful burst of cannon rend ...
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... Muses upward to their spring . Still with itself compared , his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan Muse . When first young Maro in his boundless mind A work t ' outlast immortal Rome designed , Perhaps he seemed above the ...
... Muses upward to their spring . Still with itself compared , his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan Muse . When first young Maro in his boundless mind A work t ' outlast immortal Rome designed , Perhaps he seemed above the ...
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arms bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned courser crown dear delight divine dread e'er earth eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae gale grace grave Grongar Hill groves hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour light live Lubberkin lyre MARK AKENSIDE MATTHEW PRIOR mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet praise pride rage raptures rills rise round sacred SAMUEL CROXALL scene shade shine sigh sing smile SOAME JENYNS soft song soul spirit spread springs sweet sylphs tears tempest thee thine thou thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering wave wild wind wings wretch wyllowe
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Página 317 - 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 185 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 29 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 44 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way...
Página 185 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 160 - How sleep the Brave T_TOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there...
Página 23 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Página 309 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 179 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 185 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.