Third period - From Dryden to CowperJames Nichol, 1860 |
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... sound . What should I do ? or whither turn ? Amazed , Confounded , to the dark recess I fly Of wood - hole ; straight my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear ; a chilly sweat bedews My shuddering limbs , and , wonderful to tell ...
... sound . What should I do ? or whither turn ? Amazed , Confounded , to the dark recess I fly Of wood - hole ; straight my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear ; a chilly sweat bedews My shuddering limbs , and , wonderful to tell ...
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... sound : 2 While calmly poor I trifle life away , Enjoy sweet leisure by my cheerful fire , No wanton hope my quiet shall betray , But , cheaply blessed , I'll scorn each vain desire . 3 With timely care I'll sow my little field , And ...
... sound : 2 While calmly poor I trifle life away , Enjoy sweet leisure by my cheerful fire , No wanton hope my quiet shall betray , But , cheaply blessed , I'll scorn each vain desire . 3 With timely care I'll sow my little field , And ...
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... sound . ' " From Dublin soon to London spread , ' Tis told at court , ' The Dean is dead . ' And Lady Suffolk , in the spleen , Runs laughing up to tell the queen . The queen , so gracious , mild , and good , Cries , Is he gone ! ' tis ...
... sound . ' " From Dublin soon to London spread , ' Tis told at court , ' The Dean is dead . ' And Lady Suffolk , in the spleen , Runs laughing up to tell the queen . The queen , so gracious , mild , and good , Cries , Is he gone ! ' tis ...
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... sound too hard ; ' Tis thy mother 1 nurse that sits beside thee , And her arms shall be thy guard . 8 Yet to read the shameful story , How the Jews abused their King , How they served the Lord of glory , Makes me angry while I sing . 9 ...
... sound too hard ; ' Tis thy mother 1 nurse that sits beside thee , And her arms shall be thy guard . 8 Yet to read the shameful story , How the Jews abused their King , How they served the Lord of glory , Makes me angry while I sing . 9 ...
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... sound , ' Twould be employed to mourn our souls , Souls that were framed of sprightly fires , In floods of folly drowned . Souls made for glory seek a brutal joy ; How they disclaim their heavenly birth , Melt their bright substance ...
... sound , ' Twould be employed to mourn our souls , Souls that were framed of sprightly fires , In floods of folly drowned . Souls made for glory seek a brutal joy ; How they disclaim their heavenly birth , Melt their bright substance ...
Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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...
Página 201 - Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!