The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction by Matthew Arnold, Volumen3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1916 |
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... hand the gipsy bears , In th ' other a prophetic sieve and sheers . * [ Fortune speaks . ] " Tis I that give , so mighty is my power , Faith to the Jew , complexion to the Moor , I am the wretch's wish , the rook's pretence , The ...
... hand the gipsy bears , In th ' other a prophetic sieve and sheers . * [ Fortune speaks . ] " Tis I that give , so mighty is my power , Faith to the Jew , complexion to the Moor , I am the wretch's wish , the rook's pretence , The ...
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... hand my Horace , a Nymph on my right ; No Mémoire to compose and no Post - boy to move That on Sunday may hinder the softness of love ; For her , neither visits , nor parties at tea , Nor the long - winded cant of a dull refugee : This ...
... hand my Horace , a Nymph on my right ; No Mémoire to compose and no Post - boy to move That on Sunday may hinder the softness of love ; For her , neither visits , nor parties at tea , Nor the long - winded cant of a dull refugee : This ...
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... hand , her less ambitious studies have a singular perfection of form and picturesqueness of manner . She lights upon the right epithet and employs it with precision , and gives a brilliant turn , even to a triviality , by some bright ...
... hand , her less ambitious studies have a singular perfection of form and picturesqueness of manner . She lights upon the right epithet and employs it with precision , and gives a brilliant turn , even to a triviality , by some bright ...
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... hand , Till that large stock of sap is spent , Which gives thy summer's ornament ; Till the fierce winds , that vainly strive To shock thy greatness whilst alive , Shall on thy lifeless hour attend , Prevent the axe and grace thy end ...
... hand , Till that large stock of sap is spent , Which gives thy summer's ornament ; Till the fierce winds , that vainly strive To shock thy greatness whilst alive , Shall on thy lifeless hour attend , Prevent the axe and grace thy end ...
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... hand Can only raise it more . Yet soothe the ladies , I advise , — As me , too , pride has wrought , — We're born to wit , but to be wise By admonitions taught D JONATHAN SWIFT . JONATHAN SWIFT was born in Hoey's court LADY WINCHILSEA ...
... hand Can only raise it more . Yet soothe the ladies , I advise , — As me , too , pride has wrought , — We're born to wit , but to be wise By admonitions taught D JONATHAN SWIFT . JONATHAN SWIFT was born in Hoey's court LADY WINCHILSEA ...
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Página 283 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 373 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 81 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd 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...
Página 256 - Prince of Peace ! Hail ! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.
Página 86 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.
Página 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.
Página 528 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Página 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.
Página 549 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Página 328 - Await alike the 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...