Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - English poetry - 212 pages |
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Page 128
... Maria Edgeworth. they may in general possess . But if a single word , even in such sen- tences as these , is misunderstood , the whole becomes nonsense . HYMN TO ADVERSITY . " Daughter of Jove ! relentless 128 DETACHED SENTENCES .
... Maria Edgeworth. they may in general possess . But if a single word , even in such sen- tences as these , is misunderstood , the whole becomes nonsense . HYMN TO ADVERSITY . " Daughter of Jove ! relentless 128 DETACHED SENTENCES .
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... thy rigid love With patience many a year she bore . What sorrow was , thou bad'st her know , And from her own , she learnt to melt at others ' woe , Scared at thy frown terrific fly Self pleasing Folly's idle HYMN TO ADVERSITY. ...
... thy rigid love With patience many a year she bore . What sorrow was , thou bad'st her know , And from her own , she learnt to melt at others ' woe , Scared at thy frown terrific fly Self pleasing Folly's idle HYMN TO ADVERSITY. ...
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... This is by far the most difficult poem which has been yet inserted in this book . Its beauties are acknowledged by most critics , and it is considered as classical poetry - classical , means what is like 130 HYMN TO ADVERSITY .
... This is by far the most difficult poem which has been yet inserted in this book . Its beauties are acknowledged by most critics , and it is considered as classical poetry - classical , means what is like 130 HYMN TO ADVERSITY .
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... exempt or free from the common wants of the rest of man- kind , and whilst they continue for- tunate , they meet with nothing to cor- rect their faults and scarcely any thing to encourage their HYMN TO ADVERSITY . 131.
... exempt or free from the common wants of the rest of man- kind , and whilst they continue for- tunate , they meet with nothing to cor- rect their faults and scarcely any thing to encourage their HYMN TO ADVERSITY . 131.
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... Adversity alone can they hope for amendment . She teaches the mighty and the proud , that they are men , subject to ... adversity the want of pity and sympathy from others . The first thirty - five lines of this poem are invocations or ...
... Adversity alone can they hope for amendment . She teaches the mighty and the proud , that they are men , subject to ... adversity the want of pity and sympathy from others . The first thirty - five lines of this poem are invocations or ...
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Adversity alludes ancient appear armour Bard beautiful blush breast breathe caduceus called charms chil clouds colours creature crested crown despair Doctor Johnson dress earth Edgeworth Edward Enfield's Speaker ETON COLLEGE expression fair Fancy fate feel fire fury Gales give glory Goddess Gorgon grace head heaven Hesiod Homer house of York imagination imitation invention Johnson Jove judgement lance Latin lines lyre MARIA EDGEWORTH means merates Milton mind morn Muses nymphs o'er OVID pain Pandora Paradise Paradise Lost Parnel parody passage passion persons pleasing pleasure Plinlimmon poem poet poetical poetry praise Prometheus pupils purple quaternion queen rapture reign RICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH rise rock Ross round sense sentence shew sire smiles solemn song soul sound species stars sublime supposed sweet taste thee thing thou tion vale Venus verse Virtue wandering fires wave weave winding wings word young readers youth
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Page 29 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Page 121 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 24 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 117 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 27 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Page 113 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Page 32 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
Page 103 - And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness called up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 152 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 186 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.