Nature and the Country in English Poetry of the First Half of the Eighteenth CenturyH.J. Paris, 1928 - 301 עמודים |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Addison Akenside Akenside's Ambrose Philips azure beauty Blair blank verse c.ii called Canto Castle of Indolence Chace charm clouds Collins colour Countess of Winchilsea Cyder death delight describes Dodsley Dyer edition eighteenth century Elegy English Poetry Essay flowers garden Gay's Grave Gray Gray's green Grongar Hill imitation James Thomson John Dyer John Gay John Philips Joseph Warton labour Lady Winchilsea letter lines living London Mallet melancholy Milton moon morning mountains nature description nature poetry Night Thoughts o'er observes original Parnell passage pastoral pensive Philips's picture plain Pleasures of Imagination poem poet poetical Pope Pope's preface published rural poetry says scene scenery School-Mistress Seasons shade Shakespeare Shenstone's Shepherd's Week shepherds Somervile song soul Spenser stanzas sweet Thomas Thomas Parnell Thomas Warton Thomson thro trees vale William Shenstone Winter woods writes written Young
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עמוד 279 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
עמוד 14 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
עמוד 278 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
עמוד 226 - Chartreuse, I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining: not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.
עמוד 4 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole; O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head.
עמוד 273 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
עמוד 103 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
עמוד 216 - For why ? there was but one great rule for all ; To wit, that each should work his own desire, And eat, drink, study, sleep, as it may fall, Or melt the time in love, or wake the lyre, And carol what, unbid, the Muses might inspire. XXXVI. The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
עמוד 277 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing...