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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... SheepShearing Feast and Merriments , 146 On Genius 150 On Taste 153 The Pleasures arising from a cultivated Imagination 154 On Greatness 156 On Novelty 157 The Pain . arising frono virtuous Emotions , attended with Pleasure 159 On ...
... SheepShearing Feast and Merriments , 146 On Genius 150 On Taste 153 The Pleasures arising from a cultivated Imagination 154 On Greatness 156 On Novelty 157 The Pain . arising frono virtuous Emotions , attended with Pleasure 159 On ...
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The first , a miser at the heart , Studious of ev'ry griping art , Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain , And all his life devotes to gain . He feels no joy , his cares increase , He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace ; In fancy'd ...
The first , a miser at the heart , Studious of ev'ry griping art , Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain , And all his life devotes to gain . He feels no joy , his cares increase , He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace ; In fancy'd ...
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So , sir , I beg you , spare your pains in making comments on my strains . All private slander I detest , I judge not of my neighbour's breast ; Party and prejudice I hate , And write no libels on the state . Shall not my fable censure ...
So , sir , I beg you , spare your pains in making comments on my strains . All private slander I detest , I judge not of my neighbour's breast ; Party and prejudice I hate , And write no libels on the state . Shall not my fable censure ...
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For he , deep judging sage , beheld With pain the triumphs of the field : And when the charioteer drew nigh , And , flushid with hope , had caught his eye , Alas ! unhappy youth , he cry'd , Expect no praise from me ( and sigh'd ) .
For he , deep judging sage , beheld With pain the triumphs of the field : And when the charioteer drew nigh , And , flushid with hope , had caught his eye , Alas ! unhappy youth , he cry'd , Expect no praise from me ( and sigh'd ) .
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Hence every day the Ant is found With anxious steps to tread the ground ; With curious search to trace the grain , And drag the heavy load with pain . The active Bee with pleasure saw The Ant fulfil her parents ' law .
Hence every day the Ant is found With anxious steps to tread the ground ; With curious search to trace the grain , And drag the heavy load with pain . The active Bee with pleasure saw The Ant fulfil her parents ' law .
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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...
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| Назва | 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 Gentlemen |
| Видавець | W. 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 |
| Оригінал із | Гарвардський університет |
| Оцифровано | 8 квіт. 2008 |
| Обсяг | 380 стор. |
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