English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)

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Walter Cochrane Bronson
University of Chicago Press, 1908
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Page 282 - God has given my share,— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, 85 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: I still had hopes—for pride attends us still— Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill;
Page 239 - tree; no Another came, nor yet beside the rill Nor up the lawn nor at the wood was he; "The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay 115
Page 237 - If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. 40 Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Page 284 - Sat by his fire and talked the night away, 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;
Page 233 - all are men, Condemned alike to groan— The tender for another's pain, Th' 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
Page 87 - When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line, too, labours, and the words move slow; Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus
Page 317 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round; And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, 40 So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.
Page 86 - not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong. In the bright Muse though thousand charms conspire,
Page 437 - As also in all his epistles, speaking in them of these things; in which are some things hard to be understood, which they that are unlearned and unstable wrest, as they do also the other scriptures, unto their own destruction."—II Peter
Page 282 - And tell of all I felt and all I saw: And as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, g5 Here to return, and die at home at last.

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