The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry: Extracted from the Works of the Most Eminent English Poets ... and Calculated for the Use, Not Only of Schools, But of Private GentlemenW. J. and J. Richardson; Wilkie and Robinson; G. Robinson; F. and C. Rivington; Scatcherd and Letterman; C. Law; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; and Lackington and Company, 1806 - 380 стор. |
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... delight Of an old woman day and night , Indulg'd at table and in bed , Attended like a child and fed ; Who knew each trick , and twenty more Than ever Monkey play'd before , At last grew frantic , and would try , In spite of nature's ...
... delight Of an old woman day and night , Indulg'd at table and in bed , Attended like a child and fed ; Who knew each trick , and twenty more Than ever Monkey play'd before , At last grew frantic , and would try , In spite of nature's ...
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... The EMPLOYMENTS of a COUNTRY LIFE . ( GAY ) ' Tis not that rural sports alone invite , But all the grateful country breathes delight ; 1 Here blooming Health exerts her gentle reign , And PRECEPTOR . 45 The Employments of a Country Life.
... The EMPLOYMENTS of a COUNTRY LIFE . ( GAY ) ' Tis not that rural sports alone invite , But all the grateful country breathes delight ; 1 Here blooming Health exerts her gentle reign , And PRECEPTOR . 45 The Employments of a Country Life.
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... delight I rove Upon the boundless depth of love ; I bless my chain , I hand my oar , Nor think on all I left on shore . But when vain doubt and groundless fear Do Celia's lovely bosom tear ; When the big lip and wat'ry eye Tell me the ...
... delight I rove Upon the boundless depth of love ; I bless my chain , I hand my oar , Nor think on all I left on shore . But when vain doubt and groundless fear Do Celia's lovely bosom tear ; When the big lip and wat'ry eye Tell me the ...
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... delight , A little louder , but as empty quite : Scarfs , garters , gold , amuse his riper stage , And beads and prayer - books are the toys of Pleas'd with this bauble still , as that before ; ' Till tir'd he sleeps , and Life's poor ...
... delight , A little louder , but as empty quite : Scarfs , garters , gold , amuse his riper stage , And beads and prayer - books are the toys of Pleas'd with this bauble still , as that before ; ' Till tir'd he sleeps , and Life's poor ...
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... delight , Who risk the most , that take wrong means , or right ? Of Vice or Virtue , whether blest or curst , Which meets contempt , or which compassion first ? Count all th ' advantage prosp rous Vice attains , " Tis but what Virtue ...
... delight , Who risk the most , that take wrong means , or right ? Of Vice or Virtue , whether blest or curst , Which meets contempt , or which compassion first ? Count all th ' advantage prosp rous Vice attains , " Tis but what Virtue ...
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Сторінка 251 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Сторінка 195 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Сторінка 137 - Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Сторінка 141 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Сторінка 255 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Сторінка 235 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the feast of Crispian.
Сторінка 237 - Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Сторінка 264 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Сторінка 42 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Сторінка 138 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...