The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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Selections with Critical Introductions Thomas Humphry Ward. His satire points at no defect , But what all mortals may ... satiric touch , No nation wanted it so much . ' ALEXANDER POPE . [ ALEXANDER POPE was born in Lombard 54 THE ENGLISH ...
Selections with Critical Introductions Thomas Humphry Ward. His satire points at no defect , But what all mortals may ... satiric touch , No nation wanted it so much . ' ALEXANDER POPE . [ ALEXANDER POPE was born in Lombard 54 THE ENGLISH ...
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... Satires and Epistles , that Pope found the proper material on which to lay out his elaborate workmanship . And even in these capital works we must distinguish between Pope's general theorems and his particular portraits . Where he ...
... Satires and Epistles , that Pope found the proper material on which to lay out his elaborate workmanship . And even in these capital works we must distinguish between Pope's general theorems and his particular portraits . Where he ...
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... Satires and Epistles and in the characters of his Moral Essays will he again succeed in hitting upon congenial matter on which to lay out his extraordinary power of versification . Nor is the reflection of social life and manners which ...
... Satires and Epistles and in the characters of his Moral Essays will he again succeed in hitting upon congenial matter on which to lay out his extraordinary power of versification . Nor is the reflection of social life and manners which ...
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... satire is blended with the pomp , mocking without disturbing the unsubstantial gewgaw . The double vein is kept up with sustained skill in the picture of the outward charms and the inward frivolity of women . With varying vanities from ...
... satire is blended with the pomp , mocking without disturbing the unsubstantial gewgaw . The double vein is kept up with sustained skill in the picture of the outward charms and the inward frivolity of women . With varying vanities from ...
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... satire , or lampoon , directed against the small authors of the day , who are bespattered with much mud and little wit , without any pretence of disguise , and under their own The Dunciad has been the parent of a numerous progeny , The ...
... satire , or lampoon , directed against the small authors of the day , who are bespattered with much mud and little wit , without any pretence of disguise , and under their own The Dunciad has been the parent of a numerous progeny , The ...
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Page 331 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 535 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 262 - Other refuge have I none — Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! , All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 532 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 464 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 90 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 561 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me.
Page 288 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...