Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volume 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 pages |
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... thought Pope " the most elegant , the most correct poet ; and , at the same time , the most harmonious that England ever gave birth to . " Going a step further , Byron acclaimed him " the most perfect of our poets and the purest of our ...
... thought Pope " the most elegant , the most correct poet ; and , at the same time , the most harmonious that England ever gave birth to . " Going a step further , Byron acclaimed him " the most perfect of our poets and the purest of our ...
Page 1199
... thought than for thought itself . We see , then , the restriction self - imposed by Pope . He is not trying to express the wild , sweet things within him , as other poets do : he does not feel the creative impulse that makes all ...
... thought than for thought itself . We see , then , the restriction self - imposed by Pope . He is not trying to express the wild , sweet things within him , as other poets do : he does not feel the creative impulse that makes all ...
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... thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused , Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns , And ... thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ...
... thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused , Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns , And ... thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ...
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