Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... Scene of Caractacus • 287 From the same 291 From the same 299 The Capture of Caractacus ( from the same ) Epitaph on Mrs. Mason 302 • 308 An Heroic Epistle to Sir William Chambers • 309 WILLIAM COWPER JOSEPH WARTON Ode to Fancy The ...
... Scene of Caractacus • 287 From the same 291 From the same 299 The Capture of Caractacus ( from the same ) Epitaph on Mrs. Mason 302 • 308 An Heroic Epistle to Sir William Chambers • 309 WILLIAM COWPER JOSEPH WARTON Ode to Fancy The ...
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... in later editions of the play they are omitted ; but still , with this improved attention to humanity , the heroine protracts her dying scene too long . dramatic feeling and conception . The subject is taken from WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 5.
... in later editions of the play they are omitted ; but still , with this improved attention to humanity , the heroine protracts her dying scene too long . dramatic feeling and conception . The subject is taken from WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 5.
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... scene . The pure and holy character of the young Ilyssus is brought out , I have no hesitation to say , more interestingly than in Euripides , by the display of his reverential gratitude to the queen , upon the first tenderness which ...
... scene . The pure and holy character of the young Ilyssus is brought out , I have no hesitation to say , more interestingly than in Euripides , by the display of his reverential gratitude to the queen , upon the first tenderness which ...
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... . How cam'st thou hither ? Ilyssus . Since in the temple's portal I was found A sleeping infant . Creusa . Eighteen years are past Eighteen years ! good heaven ! That fatal time recals a scene of woe- Let me WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 13.
... . How cam'st thou hither ? Ilyssus . Since in the temple's portal I was found A sleeping infant . Creusa . Eighteen years are past Eighteen years ! good heaven ! That fatal time recals a scene of woe- Let me WILLIAM WHITEHEAD . 13.
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Thomas Campbell. That fatal time recals a scene of woe- Let me not think . - Were there no marks to shew From whom or whence thou wert ? Ilyssus . I have been told An osier basket , such as shepherds weave , And a few scatter'd leaves ...
Thomas Campbell. That fatal time recals a scene of woe- Let me not think . - Were there no marks to shew From whom or whence thou wert ? Ilyssus . I have been told An osier basket , such as shepherds weave , And a few scatter'd leaves ...
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Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805 Thomas Campbell Повний перегляд - 1819 |
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arms beauty behold Belshazzar beneath bold born bosom breast Cæsar Caractacus character charms Chor CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY Cowper Creusa dark dear death delight Diomedon dread Druid Elidurus ev'n ev'ry fair fancy fate father fear feel flowers fond genius grace groves hand haste hear heart heaven holy honour hour Hyperanthes Ilyssus JOSEPH WARTON king Lacedemon Lady Leonidas living Lord lov'd Lusiad mind morn mourn Muse NATHANIEL COTTON nature's ne'er never night numbers o'er Oïleus once peace poem poet poetical poetry pow'r pride published rise round sacred scene shade Shanter Sir William Jones slave smile soft solemn song soon soul sound spirit stream sweet taste tears Teribazus thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought toil trembling truth twas vale verse virtue voice Warton wave Whyles Winchester school wings Xerxes Xuthus youth
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Сторінка 269 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Сторінка 265 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Сторінка 264 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Сторінка 263 - And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Сторінка 259 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Сторінка 266 - Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud: So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
Сторінка 261 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ! Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how...
Сторінка 368 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power T' enforce the wrong for such a worthy cause,.
Сторінка 133 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Сторінка 368 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.