Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1921 |
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... style , which makes him the most graceful of all social satirists , the creator of Sir Roger de Coverley rarely succeeds , as a poet , in impressing us with the sense - the true touchstone of poetical art - that what he is saying is ...
... style , which makes him the most graceful of all social satirists , the creator of Sir Roger de Coverley rarely succeeds , as a poet , in impressing us with the sense - the true touchstone of poetical art - that what he is saying is ...
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... style of Addison's panegyrics on King William III is as artificial as the sentiments by which they were prompted . His sole conception of poetical compliment is hyperbole . When , for instance , he wishes to excuse himself for an ...
... style of Addison's panegyrics on King William III is as artificial as the sentiments by which they were prompted . His sole conception of poetical compliment is hyperbole . When , for instance , he wishes to excuse himself for an ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. versification of Pope , the influence of Walsh upon the style of the younger and greater man should not be overlooked , and there will be found in Walsh couplets such as this— ' Embalmed in verse , through distant ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. versification of Pope , the influence of Walsh upon the style of the younger and greater man should not be overlooked , and there will be found in Walsh couplets such as this— ' Embalmed in verse , through distant ...
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... style which make the least interesting of them worth reading . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed ...
... style which make the least interesting of them worth reading . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed ...
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... style of writing which for a hundred years before and after him pervaded English poetry . The writers in this style are sometimes spoken of as ALEXANDER POPE (1688-1744)
... style of writing which for a hundred years before and after him pervaded English poetry . The writers in this style are sometimes spoken of as ALEXANDER POPE (1688-1744)
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Сторінка 568 - 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
Сторінка 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Сторінка 378 - 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.
Сторінка 331 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Сторінка 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Сторінка 373 - ... how often have I blessed the coming day when toil remitting lent its turn to play, and all the village train, from labour free, led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Сторінка 287 - 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.
Сторінка 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Сторінка 551 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Сторінка 565 - 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, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?