The Poet's Praise: From Homer to SwinburneE. Stock, 1894 - 407 psl. |
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... verse have enjoyed much poetic commendation through the vehicle of prose . It has also to be noted that the ' praises ' here repro- duced refer , almost invariably , to the Poet as poet , and not to the Poet as man ; it is upon the work ...
... verse have enjoyed much poetic commendation through the vehicle of prose . It has also to be noted that the ' praises ' here repro- duced refer , almost invariably , to the Poet as poet , and not to the Poet as man ; it is upon the work ...
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... verse be glorified . SPENSER : The Ruins of Time When Heav'n would strive to do the best it can , And put an Angel's ... verses , always prized With admiration , or as much despised ; Men will be less indulgent to their faults , And ...
... verse be glorified . SPENSER : The Ruins of Time When Heav'n would strive to do the best it can , And put an Angel's ... verses , always prized With admiration , or as much despised ; Men will be less indulgent to their faults , And ...
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... Verse . COWLEY : To Sir Wm . Davenant True Poets are the Guardians of a State , And , when they fail , portend approaching Fate . For that which Rome to conquest did inspire , Was not the Vestal , but the Muses ' fire . ROSCOMMON : An ...
... Verse . COWLEY : To Sir Wm . Davenant True Poets are the Guardians of a State , And , when they fail , portend approaching Fate . For that which Rome to conquest did inspire , Was not the Vestal , but the Muses ' fire . ROSCOMMON : An ...
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... verse , And all the fictions they pursue Do but insinuate what is true . SWIFT : To Stella , 1720 Poets have unquestion'd right , to claim If not the greatest , the most lasting Name . CONGREVE : Epistle to Charles , Lord Halifax The ...
... verse , And all the fictions they pursue Do but insinuate what is true . SWIFT : To Stella , 1720 Poets have unquestion'd right , to claim If not the greatest , the most lasting Name . CONGREVE : Epistle to Charles , Lord Halifax The ...
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... verse begin to roll , Like his to shed illuminating rays On every scene and subject it surveys , — Thus graced , the man asserts a poet's name , And the world cheerfully admits the claim . COWPER Table Talk What must a Muse of strength ...
... verse begin to roll , Like his to shed illuminating rays On every scene and subject it surveys , — Thus graced , the man asserts a poet's name , And the world cheerfully admits the claim . COWPER Table Talk What must a Muse of strength ...
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ARNOLD AUBREY DE VERE bard beauty Ben Jonson breath Burns Byron Canto charm Chaucer COLERIDGE COWPER crown D. G. ROSSETTI dark dead Death divine doth Dryden E. B. BROWNING earth English Epic Poetry eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fame fire flame flowers genius George glory grace grave HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven Homer honour Horace immortal JOHN Jonson Keats LANDOR LEIGH HUNT light lines live Lord LOWELL lyre MATTHEW ARNOLD melody Memory mighty Milton MORTIMER COLLINS Muse Nature's numbers o'er passion Pastorals Pindar Poems poet's Poetry Poets POPE praise rhyme sang Shakespeare Shelley shine sing smile sonnet soul Spenser spirit star strain sublime sung sweet SWINBURNE SYDNEY DOBELL T. B. ALDRICH tears tender Tennyson thee THEODORE WATTS thine things THOMAS thou thought thy song tongue truth verse Vindication of Poesy Vision of Poets voice wild WILLIAM wings Wordsworth
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