The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 3Macmillan, 1881 |
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... Human Wishes : The Rise and Fall of Wolsey The True Objects of Desire • • · PAGE W. E. Henley 230 • 233 234 · 236 • 238 T. Arnold 239 · 241 • 242 W. J. Courthope 245 • · Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 ...
... Human Wishes : The Rise and Fall of Wolsey The True Objects of Desire • • · PAGE W. E. Henley 230 • 233 234 · 236 • 238 T. Arnold 239 · 241 • 242 W. J. Courthope 245 • · Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 ...
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... human kind . Some faults we own ; but can you guess ? -Why , virtue's carried to excess , Wherewith our vanity endows us , Though neither foe nor friend allows us . The Lawyer swears ( you may rely on't ) He never squeezed a needy ...
... human kind . Some faults we own ; but can you guess ? -Why , virtue's carried to excess , Wherewith our vanity endows us , Though neither foe nor friend allows us . The Lawyer swears ( you may rely on't ) He never squeezed a needy ...
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... A creature bipes et implumis ; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind ; For here he owns , that now and then Beasts may degenerate into men . VOL . III . E THE DAY OF Judgment . ( First printed in a JONATHAN SWIFT . 49.
... A creature bipes et implumis ; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind ; For here he owns , that now and then Beasts may degenerate into men . VOL . III . E THE DAY OF Judgment . ( First printed in a JONATHAN SWIFT . 49.
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... human kind , By nature , reason , learning , blind ; You who , through frailty , stepp'd aside ; And you , who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd , And come to see each other damn'd ; ( So some folk told you ...
... human kind , By nature , reason , learning , blind ; You who , through frailty , stepp'd aside ; And you , who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd , And come to see each other damn'd ; ( So some folk told you ...
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... human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of nations own , And guard with arms divine the British throne . Our humbler province is to tend the fair , Not a less pleasing , tho ...
... human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of nations own , And guard with arms divine the British throne . Our humbler province is to tend the fair , Not a less pleasing , tho ...
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Page 263 - 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 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...
Page 262 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Page 478 - I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
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 335 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 562 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Page 373 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 375 - Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share...
Page 483 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!