Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to the Present Time, Under Separate Divisions, with Introductions Explaining the Different Species of PoetryCommissioners of National Education in Ireland, 1851 - English poetry |
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... soul to calmness , rouse it to honourable exertion , or fire it with virtuous indig- nation . " These correct views of the advantages and pleasure which the great majority of persons derive from read- ing genuine poetry , are enforced ...
... soul to calmness , rouse it to honourable exertion , or fire it with virtuous indig- nation . " These correct views of the advantages and pleasure which the great majority of persons derive from read- ing genuine poetry , are enforced ...
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... soul is awakened to a more exalted feeling of devotion by the divine strains of the inspired minstrel . " The pleasure we derive from the works of the poet naturally leads us to reflect on his character ; we feel more acquainted with ...
... soul is awakened to a more exalted feeling of devotion by the divine strains of the inspired minstrel . " The pleasure we derive from the works of the poet naturally leads us to reflect on his character ; we feel more acquainted with ...
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... Soul , Lines composed the Night before his Exe- cution , The Pilgrimage , From the Hymn of Heavenly Beauty , Conscience , A Contented Mind , Man's Mortality , Virtue not Hereditary , The Happy Life , Pago 1 Geoffrey Chaucer , 3 Sir ...
... Soul , Lines composed the Night before his Exe- cution , The Pilgrimage , From the Hymn of Heavenly Beauty , Conscience , A Contented Mind , Man's Mortality , Virtue not Hereditary , The Happy Life , Pago 1 Geoffrey Chaucer , 3 Sir ...
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... Soul , A Thought on Eternity , Death , A Hymn on the Seasons , Dependence on Providence , Resignation to the Will of Heaven , Hymn , The Providence of God , Aspirations after the Infinite , Dependence on Providence , Thomas Ken ...
... Soul , A Thought on Eternity , Death , A Hymn on the Seasons , Dependence on Providence , Resignation to the Will of Heaven , Hymn , The Providence of God , Aspirations after the Infinite , Dependence on Providence , Thomas Ken ...
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... Soul , Joseph Addison , George Crabbe , Ditto , William Lisle Bowles , Samuel. Prayers for all Men , The Beacon , Prayer , The Evening Hour , There is a Tongue in every Leaf , The Body and the Soul , The Sailor's Evening Prayer ...
... Soul , Joseph Addison , George Crabbe , Ditto , William Lisle Bowles , Samuel. Prayers for all Men , The Beacon , Prayer , The Evening Hour , There is a Tongue in every Leaf , The Body and the Soul , The Sailor's Evening Prayer ...
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ALEXANDER POPE AMERICAN POETRY beauty beneath birds bless blest bliss bloom BORN bowers breast breath bright calm charms clouds dark death deep delight Descriptive Poetry DIED doth earth English Poetry eternal fair flowers gaze GILES FLETCHER gloom glorious glory glow grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope hour HYMN JAMES THOMSON labour LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light live look Lord MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur nature nature's night numbers o'er pastoral pastoral poetry peace pleasure poetry poets praise prayer rest rill rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thought toil trees trembling vale voice wave weary wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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Page 59 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come...
Page 204 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Page 203 - To die, to sleep ; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 429 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 204 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Page 325 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 144 - We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Page 375 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Page 11 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 355 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.