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 32
... Juft like a creature drowning ! hideous fight ! O ! how his eyes ftand out , and ftare full ghaftly ! Whilft the diftemper's rank , and deadly venom Shoots like a burning arrow cross his bowels , And drinks his marrow up . Heard you ...
... Juft like a creature drowning ! hideous fight ! O ! how his eyes ftand out , and ftare full ghaftly ! Whilft the diftemper's rank , and deadly venom Shoots like a burning arrow cross his bowels , And drinks his marrow up . Heard you ...
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... Juft reeking from felf - flaughter , in a rage , To rush into the prefence of our Judge ! As if we challeng'd him to do his worft , And matter'd not his wrath . Unheard - of tortures Must be referv'd for fuch : these herd together ; The ...
... Juft reeking from felf - flaughter , in a rage , To rush into the prefence of our Judge ! As if we challeng'd him to do his worft , And matter'd not his wrath . Unheard - of tortures Must be referv'd for fuch : these herd together ; The ...
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... juft , the good , the worthlefs , the profane , The downright clown , and perfectly well - bred ; The fool , the churl , the fcoundrel , and the mean , The fupple ftatefman , and the patriot ftern ; The wrecks of nations , and the ...
... juft , the good , the worthlefs , the profane , The downright clown , and perfectly well - bred ; The fool , the churl , the fcoundrel , and the mean , The fupple ftatefman , and the patriot ftern ; The wrecks of nations , and the ...
الصفحة 38
... juft vermillion- Hence away- Hence , ye profane ! for God himself is here . Vain were th'attempt , and impious , to trace Thro ' all his works th'Artificer Divine- And tho ' nor fhining fun , nor twinkling star Bedeck'd the crimfon ...
... juft vermillion- Hence away- Hence , ye profane ! for God himself is here . Vain were th'attempt , and impious , to trace Thro ' all his works th'Artificer Divine- And tho ' nor fhining fun , nor twinkling star Bedeck'd the crimfon ...
الصفحة 42
... Juft , though unfearchable , the ways of Heav'n . Sceptic ! whoe'er thou art , who fay'ft the foul , That divine particle which God's own breath Infpir'd into the mortal mass , shall rest Annihilate , till Duration has unroll'd Her ...
... Juft , though unfearchable , the ways of Heav'n . Sceptic ! whoe'er thou art , who fay'ft the foul , That divine particle which God's own breath Infpir'd into the mortal mass , shall rest Annihilate , till Duration has unroll'd Her ...
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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...