Elegant Extracts; Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry: Selected for the Improvement of Youth, in Speaking, Reading, Thinking, Composing; and in the Conduct of Life; Being Similar in Design to Elegant Extracts in Prose, المجلد 1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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الصفحة iii
... she will never want voluntary votaries at her shrine . The Author of Na- ture has kindly implanted in man a love of Poetry , to folace him under the labours and forrows of life . A great part of the Scriptures is poetry and verfe . The ...
... she will never want voluntary votaries at her shrine . The Author of Na- ture has kindly implanted in man a love of Poetry , to folace him under the labours and forrows of life . A great part of the Scriptures is poetry and verfe . The ...
الصفحة 33
... She heaves is big with horror : but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpose , Purfues her close through ev'ry lane of life , Nor miffes once the track , but preffes on ; Till , forc'd at laft to the tremendous verge , At ...
... She heaves is big with horror : but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpose , Purfues her close through ev'ry lane of life , Nor miffes once the track , but preffes on ; Till , forc'd at laft to the tremendous verge , At ...
الصفحة 39
... She , Heaven - taught voyager , that fails in air , Courts nor coy Weft nor East , but inftant knows What Newton + or not fought , or fought in vain . Illuftrious name ! irrefragable proof * The Hen Turkey . Of man's vaft genius , and ...
... She , Heaven - taught voyager , that fails in air , Courts nor coy Weft nor East , but inftant knows What Newton + or not fought , or fought in vain . Illuftrious name ! irrefragable proof * The Hen Turkey . Of man's vaft genius , and ...
الصفحة 43
... She ne'er is feen to weep , or heard to figh . Now turn your eyes to yon fweet - fmelling bow'r , Where , flufh'd with all the infolence of wealth , Sits pamper'd Vice ! For him th'Arabian gale Breathes forth delicious odours ; Gallia's ...
... She ne'er is feen to weep , or heard to figh . Now turn your eyes to yon fweet - fmelling bow'r , Where , flufh'd with all the infolence of wealth , Sits pamper'd Vice ! For him th'Arabian gale Breathes forth delicious odours ; Gallia's ...
الصفحة 53
... She loves the cool , the filent eve , Where no falfe fhows of life deceive , Beneath the lunar ray : Here Folly drops each vain difguife , Nor fports her gaily - colour'd dyes , As in the glare of day . O Pallas ! queen of ev'ry art ...
... She loves the cool , the filent eve , Where no falfe fhows of life deceive , Beneath the lunar ray : Here Folly drops each vain difguife , Nor fports her gaily - colour'd dyes , As in the glare of day . O Pallas ! queen of ev'ry art ...
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beft behold bleffings bleft blifs breaft breath caufe charms death defire divine earth erft eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fear fecret feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould fide figh fight filent fing fire firft fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwell glory grace hand heart Heav'n himſelf juft kings laft lefs loft Lord mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride purfue rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil trembling virtue whofe wife worfe wretch youth
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الصفحة 180 - What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky: These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring.
الصفحة 180 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
الصفحة 62 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
الصفحة 1 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun of this great world, both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.
الصفحة 201 - The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. " What differ more (you cry) than crown and cowl !" I'll tell you, friend ! a wise man and a fool.
الصفحة 186 - Tis she ; — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ! Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die...
الصفحة 2 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
الصفحة 174 - em, would a hundred tongues require, Or one vain wit's, that might a hundred tire. 45 But you who seek to give and merit fame, And justly bear a Critic's noble name, Be sure yourself and your own reach to know, How far your genius, taste, and learning go; Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, 50 And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
الصفحة 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 185 - Who would not scorn what Housewife's Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...