Third period - From Dryden to CowperJames Nichol, 1860 |
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... dear Ned , who say thy brain is barren , When deep conceits , like maggots , breed in carrion ; Thy stumbling , foundered jade can trot as high As any other Pegasus can fly . So the dull eel moves nimbler in the mud Than all the swift ...
... dear Ned , who say thy brain is barren , When deep conceits , like maggots , breed in carrion ; Thy stumbling , foundered jade can trot as high As any other Pegasus can fly . So the dull eel moves nimbler in the mud Than all the swift ...
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... dear , bright , bad shilling once more . Length of time and cold criticism in like manner have reduced John Philips to his solitary Splendid Shilling . ' But , though bright , it is far from bad . It is one of the cleverest of parodies ...
... dear , bright , bad shilling once more . Length of time and cold criticism in like manner have reduced John Philips to his solitary Splendid Shilling . ' But , though bright , it is far from bad . It is one of the cleverest of parodies ...
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... dear departed friend . Oh , gone for ever ! take this long adieu ; And sleep in peace , next thy loved Montague . To strew fresh laurels , let the task be mine , A frequent pilgrim at thy sacred shrine ; Mine with true sighs thy absence ...
... dear departed friend . Oh , gone for ever ! take this long adieu ; And sleep in peace , next thy loved Montague . To strew fresh laurels , let the task be mine , A frequent pilgrim at thy sacred shrine ; Mine with true sighs thy absence ...
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... dear , I see your forehead sprout ! ' ' Sprout ! ' quoth the man ; ' what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous ! But yet , methinks , I feel it true ; And , really , yours is budding too ; Nay , now I cannot stir my ...
... dear , I see your forehead sprout ! ' ' Sprout ! ' quoth the man ; ' what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous ! But yet , methinks , I feel it true ; And , really , yours is budding too ; Nay , now I cannot stir my ...
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... Dear honest Ned is in the gout , Lies racked with pain , and you without : How patiently you hear him groan ! How glad the case is not your own ! What poet would not grieve to see His brother write as well as he ? But , rather than they ...
... Dear honest Ned is in the gout , Lies racked with pain , and you without : How patiently you hear him groan ! How glad the case is not your own ! What poet would not grieve to see His brother write as well as he ? But , rather than they ...
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Allan Ramsay arms bard beauty became beneath birks bless blest bloom bonny bonny bride born Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Busk ye Canynge charms cheerful CHRISTOPHER SMART Crieff Cuckoo Cumnor DAVID MALLETT dear death delight died divine Dr Johnson e'er elevated song eyes fair fame father fear flame flowers frae genius gentle grace green grove hear heart heaven hills Invermay Jenny king live Lochaber Lord maid Mallett married maun mild ale mind Monody mournful Muse nature's ne'er never night o'er peace Peggy poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope praise rose round shade sigh sing smile song Song to David soon sorrow soul Splendid Shilling spring sweet Swift tears tell thee thine thou thought Tis green Twas verse virtue voice waves weep wife wind wing wrote youth
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Страница 146 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Страница 201 - Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
Страница 145 - WEEP ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: But weep sore for him that goeth away : For he shall return no more, Nor see his native country.
Страница 305 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, — Tell them...
Страница 129 - My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named ; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Страница 305 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear: Take that best gift which Heaven so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
Страница 97 - Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Страница 74 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall, (I wish I knew what king to call.; Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Страница 169 - Strong is the lion — like a coal His eyeball — like a bastion's mole His chest against the foes: Strong the gier-eagle on his sail, Strong against tide the enormous whale Emerges as he goes.
Страница 73 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, ' I 'm sorry — but we all must die!