English Poems: The Restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF HIS SACRED MAJESTY CHARLES THE SECOND For his long absence Church and State did groan ; Madness the pulpit , faction seized the throne . Experienced age in deep despair was lost , To see the rebel thrive ...
... HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF HIS SACRED MAJESTY CHARLES THE SECOND For his long absence Church and State did groan ; Madness the pulpit , faction seized the throne . Experienced age in deep despair was lost , To see the rebel thrive ...
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... happy I dare not aspire , 15 Nor can I fall more low , mounting no higher . 1667 . FROM ANNUS MIRABILIS THE WAR WITH HOLLAND And now , reduced on equal terms to fight , Their ships like wasted patrimonies show , Where the thin scatt ...
... happy I dare not aspire , 15 Nor can I fall more low , mounting no higher . 1667 . FROM ANNUS MIRABILIS THE WAR WITH HOLLAND And now , reduced on equal terms to fight , Their ships like wasted patrimonies show , Where the thin scatt ...
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... happy had he been , if Destiny 230 . Had higher placed his birth or not so high ! His kingly virtues might have claimed a throne , And blessed all other countries but his own . But charming greatness since so few refuse , ' Tis juster ...
... happy had he been , if Destiny 230 . Had higher placed his birth or not so high ! His kingly virtues might have claimed a throne , And blessed all other countries but his own . But charming greatness since so few refuse , ' Tis juster ...
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... happy region is thy place , Cease thy celestial song a little space : Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine , Since heav'n's eternal year is thine . 15 Hear , then , a mortal Muse thy praise rehearse , In no ignoble verse , But ...
... happy region is thy place , Cease thy celestial song a little space : Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine , Since heav'n's eternal year is thine . 15 Hear , then , a mortal Muse thy praise rehearse , In no ignoble verse , But ...
Side 41
... which the dumb Sister swaved All bowed beneath her government , Received in triumph wheresoe'er she went . Her pencil drew whate'er her soul designed , 105 And oft the happy draught surpassed the image in her JOHN DRYDEN 41.
... which the dumb Sister swaved All bowed beneath her government , Received in triumph wheresoe'er she went . Her pencil drew whate'er her soul designed , 105 And oft the happy draught surpassed the image in her JOHN DRYDEN 41.
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Side 239 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 281 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 236 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 435 - And account that the long-suffering of our Lord is salvation ; even as our beloved brother Paul also according to the wisdom given unto him hath written unto you ; as also in all his epistles, speaking in them of these things ; in which are some things hard to be understood, which they that are unlearned and unstable wrest, as they do also the other scriptures, unto their own destruction.
Side 435 - And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them. Then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst and said, Peace be unto you.
Side 239 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 379 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Side 237 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, 25 Their furrow oft the. stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Side 280 - 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, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Side 284 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side. But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.