English Poems: The Restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... again . The passion you pretended , Was only to obtain ; But when the charm is ended , The charmer you disdain . 25 30 336 35 40 1675 . 15 20 ΙΟ 5 Your love by ours we measure , Till we have JOHN DRYDEN 19 Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor.
... again . The passion you pretended , Was only to obtain ; But when the charm is ended , The charmer you disdain . 25 30 336 35 40 1675 . 15 20 ΙΟ 5 Your love by ours we measure , Till we have JOHN DRYDEN 19 Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor.
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... charm the pit , And in their folly show the writer's wit : Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let ' em be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid , That ...
... charm the pit , And in their folly show the writer's wit : Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let ' em be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid , That ...
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... charms , that blooming grace , The well - proportioned shape , and beauteous face , Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes ; 150 In earth the much - lamented virgin lies . Not wit nor piety could Fate prevent ; Nor was the cruel ...
... charms , that blooming grace , The well - proportioned shape , and beauteous face , Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes ; 150 In earth the much - lamented virgin lies . Not wit nor piety could Fate prevent ; Nor was the cruel ...
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... charms about her , I can die with her but not live without her ; One tender sigh of hers to see me languish , Will more than pay the price of my past anguish . Beware , O cruel fair , how you smile on me ; ' T was a kind look of yours ...
... charms about her , I can die with her but not live without her ; One tender sigh of hers to see me languish , Will more than pay the price of my past anguish . Beware , O cruel fair , how you smile on me ; ' T was a kind look of yours ...
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... trivial beauties watch their hour to shine , Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light , 5 ΙΟ 15 In perfect charms and perfect virtue bright ; When odours ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 63 333 A Nocturnal Reverie.
... trivial beauties watch their hour to shine , Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light , 5 ΙΟ 15 In perfect charms and perfect virtue bright ; When odours ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 63 333 A Nocturnal Reverie.
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Page 239 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 281 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 236 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 435 - And account that the long-suffering of our Lord is salvation ; even as our beloved brother Paul also according to the wisdom given unto him hath written unto you ; 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.
Page 435 - And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them. Then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst and said, Peace be unto you.
Page 239 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 379 - 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
Page 237 - 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, 25 Their furrow oft the. stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Page 280 - How often have I blest 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 frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Page 284 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side. But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.