English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 páginas |
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... till she can spell . For while she makes her silk - worms beds With all the tender things I swear , Whilst all the house my passion reads In papers round her baby's hair , She may receive and own my flame ; For though MATTHEW PRIOR 11 ...
... till she can spell . For while she makes her silk - worms beds With all the tender things I swear , Whilst all the house my passion reads In papers round her baby's hair , She may receive and own my flame ; For though MATTHEW PRIOR 11 ...
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... Till some well - fenced retreat is found , And here they die or stand their ground . No hireling in their army's known ; But bravely fighting for their own Their courage and integrity At last were crowned with victory . They triumphed ...
... Till some well - fenced retreat is found , And here they die or stand their ground . No hireling in their army's known ; But bravely fighting for their own Their courage and integrity At last were crowned with victory . They triumphed ...
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... Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb . Fixed is the term to all the race of earth , And such the hard condition of our birth . No force can then resist , no flight can save : All sink alike , the fearful and the brave . No more but ...
... Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb . Fixed is the term to all the race of earth , And such the hard condition of our birth . No force can then resist , no flight can save : All sink alike , the fearful and the brave . No more but ...
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... till man improved it all . We just as wisely might of Heaven complain That righteous Abel was destroyed by Cain , As that the virtuous son is ill at ease , When his lewd father gave the dire disease . Think we , like some weak prince ...
... till man improved it all . We just as wisely might of Heaven complain That righteous Abel was destroyed by Cain , As that the virtuous son is ill at ease , When his lewd father gave the dire disease . Think we , like some weak prince ...
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... till a husband cools , Or , if she rules him , ' never shows she rules ; Charms by accepting , by submitting , sways , Yet has her humour most , when she obeys ; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will ; Disdains all loss of tickets ...
... till a husband cools , Or , if she rules him , ' never shows she rules ; Charms by accepting , by submitting , sways , Yet has her humour most , when she obeys ; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will ; Disdains all loss of tickets ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned crown dear divine dread e'er earth Erasmus Darwin eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre mankind Matthew Prior maun mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poetry poor praise pride proud rage RICHARD JAGO rise round scene sentimentalism shade shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spread springs sweet tears thee thine thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Página 212 - I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned...
Página 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Página 228 - 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...
Página 137 - 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.
Página 177 - Await alike th' 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?
Página 179 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 259 - 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.
Página 209 - 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.
Página 24 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Página 212 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...