The English Poets: Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover . Coquet and coy at once her air , Both studied , though both seem neglected ; Careless she is with artful care , Affecting to seem unaffected . With skill her eyes dart ...
... tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover . Coquet and coy at once her air , Both studied , though both seem neglected ; Careless she is with artful care , Affecting to seem unaffected . With skill her eyes dart ...
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... tell the doubtful day : Dim he discerns majestic Atlas rise , And bend beneath the burden of the skies ; ; His towering brows aloft no tempests know , Whilst lightning flies , and thunder rolls below . Distant from hence beyond a waste ...
... tell the doubtful day : Dim he discerns majestic Atlas rise , And bend beneath the burden of the skies ; ; His towering brows aloft no tempests know , Whilst lightning flies , and thunder rolls below . Distant from hence beyond a waste ...
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... tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write 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 ...
... tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write 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 ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. A SONG . In vain you tell your parting lover , You wish fair winds may waft him over . Alas ! what winds can happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. A SONG . In vain you tell your parting lover , You wish fair winds may waft him over . Alas ! what winds can happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I ...
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... tell the queen . The queen , so gracious , mild , and good , Cries , ' Is he gone ! ' tis time he should . He's dead , you say ; then let him rot : I'm glad the medals were forgot.1 I promised him , I own ; but when ? I only was the ...
... tell the queen . The queen , so gracious , mild , and good , Cries , ' Is he gone ! ' tis time he should . He's dead , you say ; then let him rot : I'm glad the medals were forgot.1 I promised him , I own ; but when ? I only was the ...
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Էջ 258 - 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.
Էջ 563 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Էջ 564 - 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
Էջ 561 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a Slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw ; Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Էջ 374 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. 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.
Էջ 330 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Էջ 557 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Էջ 377 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
Էջ 327 - 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...
Էջ 527 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!