The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Dryden, Smith, Duke, King, Sprat, Halifax, Parnell, Garth, Rowe, AddisonSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 - English poetry |
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... sing , And learn'd from her to welcome - in the Spring . The tower , of which before was mention made , Within whose keep the captive knights were laid , Built of a large extent , and strong withal , Was one partition of the palace wall ...
... sing , And learn'd from her to welcome - in the Spring . The tower , of which before was mention made , Within whose keep the captive knights were laid , Built of a large extent , and strong withal , Was one partition of the palace wall ...
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... sing . [ steel . Lycurgus came , the surly king of Thrace ; Black was his beard , and manly was his face ; The balls of his broad eyes roll'd in his head , And glar'd betwixt a yellow and a red : He look'd a lion with a gloomy stare ...
... sing . [ steel . Lycurgus came , the surly king of Thrace ; Black was his beard , and manly was his face ; The balls of his broad eyes roll'd in his head , And glar'd betwixt a yellow and a red : He look'd a lion with a gloomy stare ...
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... sing their vigils for th ' ensuing day . Twas ebbing darkness , past the noon of night , And Phospher , on the confines of the light , Promis'd the Sun , ere day began to spring ; The tuneful lark already stretch'd her wing , And ...
... sing their vigils for th ' ensuing day . Twas ebbing darkness , past the noon of night , And Phospher , on the confines of the light , Promis'd the Sun , ere day began to spring ; The tuneful lark already stretch'd her wing , And ...
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... sing the war . In Athens all was pleasure , mirth , and play , All proper to the spring , and sprightly May , Which every soul inspir'd with such delight , ' Twas jesting all the day , and love at night . Heaven smil'd , and gladded was ...
... sing the war . In Athens all was pleasure , mirth , and play , All proper to the spring , and sprightly May , Which every soul inspir'd with such delight , ' Twas jesting all the day , and love at night . Heaven smil'd , and gladded was ...
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... sing'd bacon on the coals . [ bowls ) On holy days an egg , or two at most ; But her ambition never reach'd to roast ... singing did surpass The merry notes of organs at the mass . More certain was the crowing of th cock To number hours ...
... sing'd bacon on the coals . [ bowls ) On holy days an egg , or two at most ; But her ambition never reach'd to roast ... singing did surpass The merry notes of organs at the mass . More certain was the crowing of th cock To number hours ...
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Æneid Apicius arms beauty blood breast breath bright call'd charms Chaucer Cinyras command coursers Crete cries cry'd death delight divine Earth Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flame Georgic give glory goddess gods grace grief ground hand haste heart Heaven hero Hesiod HIPPOLITUS honour Ismena join'd Jove king labours light live lord lov'd Lucretius LYCON maid mighty mind MOPSUS Muse never night numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain passion peace Pentheus Phædra Pindar Pirithous plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise prince queen rage rais'd reign rest rise sacred seem'd shade shine sight sing skies soft song soul sound stood sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee Theocritus Theseus thine things thou thought trembling Twas verse Virgil virgin virtue voice Whilst winds words wound youth
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Page 520 - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison, HUGHES.
Page 349 - tis a soul like thine ; A soul supreme, in each hard instance tried, Above all pain, all passion, and all pride, The rage of power, the blast of public breath, The lust of lucre, and the dread of death.
Page 18 - Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality, and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph ; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause, when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
Page 176 - James, whose skill in physic will be long remembered, and with David Garrick, whom I hoped to have gratified with this character of our common friend ; but what are the hopes of man ! I am disappointed by that stroke of death which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
Page 14 - The matter and manner of their tales and of their telling are so suited to their different educations, humours, and callings, that each of them would be improper in any other mouth.
Page 519 - His religion has nothing in it enthusiastic or superstitious: he appears neither weakly credulous, nor wantonly sceptical; his morality is neither dangerously lax, nor impracticably rigid. All the enchantment of fancy, and all the cogency of argument, are employed to recommend to the reader his real interest, the care of pleasing the Author of his being.
Page 125 - But since every language is so full of its own proprieties, that what is beautiful in one, is often barbarous, nay sometimes nonsense in another, it would be unreasonable to limit a translator to the narrow compass of his author's words: it is enough if he choose out some expression which does not vitiate the sense.
Page 17 - Chaucer has refined on Boccace, and has mended the stories which he has borrowed, in his way of telling ; though prose allows more liberty of thought, and the expression 1s more easy, when unconfined by numbers.
Page 54 - And forced himself to drive, but loved to draw : For fear but freezes minds; but love, like heat, Exhales the soul sublime to seek her native seat.
Page 569 - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.