English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 страници |
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... POVERTY ( WR . 1794 , PUBL . 1795 ) 314 LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER ( wr . c . 1795 , PUBL . 1799 ) O , WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST ( WR . 1796 , PUBL . 1800 ) . 315 316 PAGE ERASMUS DARWIN THE BOTANIC GARDEN ( 1789-92 ) , CONTENTS XV.
... POVERTY ( WR . 1794 , PUBL . 1795 ) 314 LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER ( wr . c . 1795 , PUBL . 1799 ) O , WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST ( WR . 1796 , PUBL . 1800 ) . 315 316 PAGE ERASMUS DARWIN THE BOTANIC GARDEN ( 1789-92 ) , CONTENTS XV.
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... Thou art the state - trap of the law , But neither can keep knaves nor honest men in awe ; These are too hardened in offence , And those upheld by innocence . Thou art no shame to truth and honesty , Nor is the character of such defaced ...
... Thou art the state - trap of the law , But neither can keep knaves nor honest men in awe ; These are too hardened in offence , And those upheld by innocence . Thou art no shame to truth and honesty , Nor is the character of such defaced ...
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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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... thou prune thy trembling wing To take thy flight , thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein , thy pleasing folly , Lies all neglected , all forgot : And pensive , wavering , melancholy , Thou dread'st and hop'st , thou know'st not ...
... thou prune thy trembling wing To take thy flight , thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein , thy pleasing folly , Lies all neglected , all forgot : And pensive , wavering , melancholy , Thou dread'st and hop'st , thou know'st not ...
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Страница 183 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 218 - 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 236 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Страница 143 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee. Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Страница 184 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Страница 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...
Страница 269 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Страница 215 - 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.
Страница 61 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...