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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... thought the God inspires ? When envy reads the nervous lines , She frets , she rails , she raves , she pines ; Her hissing snakes with venom swell ; She calls her venal train from hell : The servile fiends her nod obey , And all CURL's ...
... thought the God inspires ? When envy reads the nervous lines , She frets , she rails , she raves , she pines ; Her hissing snakes with venom swell ; She calls her venal train from hell : The servile fiends her nod obey , And all CURL's ...
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... thought him just . As on a time the Fox held forth On conscience , honesty , and worth , Sudden he stopt ; he cock'd his ear ; Low dropt his brushy tail with fear . Bless us ! the hunters are abroad : What's all that clatter on the road ...
... thought him just . As on a time the Fox held forth On conscience , honesty , and worth , Sudden he stopt ; he cock'd his ear ; Low dropt his brushy tail with fear . Bless us ! the hunters are abroad : What's all that clatter on the road ...
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... thought no enterprize too great . Alike in sciences and arts , He boasted universal parts ; Pragmatic , busy , bustling , bold , His arrogance was uncontroul'd : And thus he made his party good , And grew dictator of the wood . The ...
... thought no enterprize too great . Alike in sciences and arts , He boasted universal parts ; Pragmatic , busy , bustling , bold , His arrogance was uncontroul'd : And thus he made his party good , And grew dictator of the wood . The ...
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... thought you knew me better bred . Sir , I'm a gentleman . Is't fit That I to industry submit ? Let mean mechanics , to be fed , By business earn ignoble bread . Lost in excess of daily joys , No thought , no care my life annoys . At ...
... thought you knew me better bred . Sir , I'm a gentleman . Is't fit That I to industry submit ? Let mean mechanics , to be fed , By business earn ignoble bread . Lost in excess of daily joys , No thought , no care my life annoys . At ...
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... thought . Thus did your sires adorn their seat ; And such alone are truly great . If you the paths of learning slight , You're but a dunce in stronger light . In foremost rank , the coward plac'd , Is more conspicuously disgrac'd . If ...
... thought . Thus did your sires adorn their seat ; And such alone are truly great . If you the paths of learning slight , You're but a dunce in stronger light . In foremost rank , the coward plac'd , Is more conspicuously disgrac'd . If ...
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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...