An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun |
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85 It was a fine compliment paid to Thomson by Lord Lyttelton , when writing to
Mrs . Montague concerning Beattie ' s Minstrel , in a letter , dated March , 1771“ I
read the Minstrel last night with as much rapture as poetry in her noblest ...
85 It was a fine compliment paid to Thomson by Lord Lyttelton , when writing to
Mrs . Montague concerning Beattie ' s Minstrel , in a letter , dated March , 1771“ I
read the Minstrel last night with as much rapture as poetry in her noblest ...
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87 fore , have a distinctness and truth which are utterly wanting to those of poets
who have only copied from each other ... while many a poet , who has dwelt for
years in the Strand , has attempted to describe fields and rivers , and generally ...
87 fore , have a distinctness and truth which are utterly wanting to those of poets
who have only copied from each other ... while many a poet , who has dwelt for
years in the Strand , has attempted to describe fields and rivers , and generally ...
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Slips of this vegetable curiosity were annually transferred to other climes ; and ,
so late as the year 1789 , the celebrated Empress of Russia had some planted in
her garden at Petersburgh . Thus this precious relic , like the fame of the Poet ...
Slips of this vegetable curiosity were annually transferred to other climes ; and ,
so late as the year 1789 , the celebrated Empress of Russia had some planted in
her garden at Petersburgh . Thus this precious relic , like the fame of the Poet ...
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The poet has thus affectingly described the sad event :Oh ! ill - starr'd youth ,
whom nature form'd in vain With pow'rs on Pindus ... What could the Muse , who
fir'd thy infant frame With the rich promise of poetic fame , Who taught thy band its
...
The poet has thus affectingly described the sad event :Oh ! ill - starr'd youth ,
whom nature form'd in vain With pow'rs on Pindus ... What could the Muse , who
fir'd thy infant frame With the rich promise of poetic fame , Who taught thy band its
...
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At Porch House , Chertsey , died , 1667 , in the 47th year of his age , ABRAHAM
COWLEY , the father of English Poets , and the most amiable of mankind . Hither
he had retired a short time before to enjoy the pleasures of solitude . During the ...
At Porch House , Chertsey , died , 1667 , in the 47th year of his age , ABRAHAM
COWLEY , the father of English Poets , and the most amiable of mankind . Hither
he had retired a short time before to enjoy the pleasures of solitude . During the ...
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Seite 328 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Seite 378 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Seite 374 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Seite 120 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 367 - 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...
Seite 21 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Seite 428 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 428 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 407 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 351 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
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| Titel | An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun |
| Autor/in | John Evans |
| Veröffentlicht | 1817 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 16. März 2007 |
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