A History of English Poetry, כרך 5Macmillan and Company, 1905 |
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Addison admirable afterwards Ambrose Philips ancient appeared beauty Ben Jonson blank verse Boileau Canto character Charles charms Christian Church Classical Renaissance Coffee-houses College Court criticism death diction Dryden Dunciad Eclogue eighteenth century England English poetry epic Epistle Essay Essay on Criticism expression eyes fame French genius Granville hand heart heaven heroic couplet honour Horace humour Iliad imagination imitation inspired Italy Johnson Joseph Warton kind King King Arthur Lady Latin latter liberty lines literary live Lord lyric manner mind mock-heroic Montague moral Muse nation nature numbers Nut-brown Maid o'er panegyrical passion Pastorals Philips Physicians Pindaric poem poet poetical political Pope Pope's praise principle Prior published reader reign religion Revolution of 1688 Rolliad Roman satire says seems society soul Spectator spirit style Swift taste Tatler thee thou thought tion translation verse Virgil virtue Walpole Whig William writing written
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 215 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
עמוד 352 - No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear: And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date: But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allayed, No light propitious shone, When, snatched from all effectual aid, We perished, each alone: But I beneath...
עמוד 283 - Man's imperial race from the green myriads in the peopled grass : what modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, the mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam ; of smell, the headlong lioness between, and hound sagacious on the tainted green ; of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, to that which warbles through the vernal wood; the spider's touch how exquisitely fine ! feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
עמוד 352 - And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
עמוד 389 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
עמוד 427 - I believe you have heard that, after all the applauses of the opposite faction, my Lord Bolingbroke sent for Booth, who played Cato, into the box, between one of the acts, and presented him with fifty guineas, in acknowledgment, as he expressed it, for defending the cause of liberty so well against a perpetual dictator.
עמוד 210 - His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches ignorance of wealth. But times are altered ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain...
עמוד 305 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
עמוד 134 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall, (I wish I knew what king to call.; Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
עמוד 393 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.