The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, 第 3 卷Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1906 |
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... Soul Christ our Example Wrestling Jacob Catholic Love JOHN WESLEY : • · An Hymn for Seriousness WILLIAM SHENSTONE ( 1714-1763 ) . The Dean of Westminster 254 260 261 262 · 264 • · · 265 • 267 Suffering and Sympathy ( from The ...
... Soul Christ our Example Wrestling Jacob Catholic Love JOHN WESLEY : • · An Hymn for Seriousness WILLIAM SHENSTONE ( 1714-1763 ) . The Dean of Westminster 254 260 261 262 · 264 • · · 265 • 267 Suffering and Sympathy ( from The ...
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... soul , O'erlook the foe , advantag'd by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host : Though fens and floods possess'd the middle space , That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop ...
... soul , O'erlook the foe , advantag'd by his post , Lessen his numbers , and contract his host : Though fens and floods possess'd the middle space , That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass , Nor fens nor floods can stop ...
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... soul and the body , and full of fine caprices and fitful fresh departures . Plan there is little or none ; but the way- ward turns of the humour lure the reader from page to page with all the fascination of a Will o ' the Wisp . We ...
... soul and the body , and full of fine caprices and fitful fresh departures . Plan there is little or none ; but the way- ward turns of the humour lure the reader from page to page with all the fascination of a Will o ' the Wisp . We ...
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... play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes . Fair Chloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung and MATTHEW PRIOR . 23 An.
... play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes . Fair Chloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung and MATTHEW PRIOR . 23 An.
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... soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her own : In such a night let me abroad remain , Till morning breaks and ...
... soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her own : In such a night let me abroad remain , Till morning breaks and ...
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第 321 頁 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
第 532 頁 - 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...
第 378 頁 - 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.
第 568 頁 - 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
第 607 頁 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
第 553 頁 - Thou ling'ring 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?
第 332 頁 - 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...
第 604 頁 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
第 290 頁 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
第 332 頁 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...