Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - English poetry - 212 pages |
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... pleasure in that ex- ercise . The pupil is either compelled to feign admiration which he does not feel , or he is left to despair of his own taste and abilities because he cannot comprehend what has never been explained to him , and ...
... pleasure in that ex- ercise . The pupil is either compelled to feign admiration which he does not feel , or he is left to despair of his own taste and abilities because he cannot comprehend what has never been explained to him , and ...
Page xix
... pleasures of domestic life to petty struggles for power . These truths are now ge- nerally understood and allowed by both sexes : -Men no longer desire that women should be kept in igno- rance , and women no longer find it necessary to ...
... pleasures of domestic life to petty struggles for power . These truths are now ge- nerally understood and allowed by both sexes : -Men no longer desire that women should be kept in igno- rance , and women no longer find it necessary to ...
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... pleasure at pleasure tremendous lengths of prose or poetry ! -Granting that by these new or these old arts the promised wonders can be atchieved- granting that two hundred or two thou- sand times as xxiv PREFACE .
... pleasure at pleasure tremendous lengths of prose or poetry ! -Granting that by these new or these old arts the promised wonders can be atchieved- granting that two hundred or two thou- sand times as xxiv PREFACE .
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... pleasure , which he felt , after he had grown up to be a man , in seeing Eton College , where he had been at school , and where he had been happy ; he addresses himself to the spires and towers of Eton and Wind- sor ( which is close to ...
... pleasure , which he felt , after he had grown up to be a man , in seeing Eton College , where he had been at school , and where he had been happy ; he addresses himself to the spires and towers of Eton and Wind- sor ( which is close to ...
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... pleasure trace ) Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the circle's rolling speed , Or urge the flying ball ? The poet addresses ...
... pleasure trace ) Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the circle's rolling speed , Or urge the flying ball ? The poet addresses ...
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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.