Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - English poetry - 212 pages |
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... winding bounds , And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds . " Ross is a town situate on the banks of the Wye , which is a river that falls into the Severn . The Latin name for the Wye is Vaga , which signifies wandering , as the Wye ...
... winding bounds , And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds . " Ross is a town situate on the banks of the Wye , which is a river that falls into the Severn . The Latin name for the Wye is Vaga , which signifies wandering , as the Wye ...
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... winding way.— Ah happy hills , ah pleasing shade , Ah fields belov'd in vain , Where once my careless childhood stray'd A stranger yet to pain ! — I feel the gales , that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their ...
... winding way.— Ah happy hills , ah pleasing shade , Ah fields belov'd in vain , Where once my careless childhood stray'd A stranger yet to pain ! — I feel the gales , that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their ...
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... winding . This is a compound epithet formed or compounded of two different words -- winding and silver- silver is here used as an adjective in- stead of silvery - shining like silver ; - a compound epithet of this sort could not with ...
... winding . This is a compound epithet formed or compounded of two different words -- winding and silver- silver is here used as an adjective in- stead of silvery - shining like silver ; - a compound epithet of this sort could not with ...
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... winding vale " Of Holmes ' dale " Was never won nor never shall . " Dale is also used by discriminately with vale . of this description of the sort of Fancy is beautiful . Spencer in- The whole retired re- Haunted stream . - Poets feign ...
... winding vale " Of Holmes ' dale " Was never won nor never shall . " Dale is also used by discriminately with vale . of this description of the sort of Fancy is beautiful . Spencer in- The whole retired re- Haunted stream . - Poets feign ...
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... winding paths of the moun- tains in Wales , he was struck by the appearance of a Bard who had escaped his fury , and who , standing on a high rock that overhung the sea , uttered the following denunciation . Ruthless king ruin shall ...
... winding paths of the moun- tains in Wales , he was struck by the appearance of a Bard who had escaped his fury , and who , standing on a high rock that overhung the sea , uttered the following denunciation . Ruthless king ruin shall ...
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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.