English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum |
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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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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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Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 185 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.