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, Том 1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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... crowd , And fly for fhelter from the thundering God : Sirion and Lebanon , like hinds , advance , And in wild meafures lead th'unwieldy dance . His voice , his mighty voice , divides the fire , Back from the blaft the fhrinking flames ...
... crowd , And fly for fhelter from the thundering God : Sirion and Lebanon , like hinds , advance , And in wild meafures lead th'unwieldy dance . His voice , his mighty voice , divides the fire , Back from the blaft the fhrinking flames ...
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... crowd , And a ftill filence lulls the wondering flood : Roll'd up , the cryftal ridges ftrike the skies , Waves peep o'er waves , and feas o'er feas arife , Around in heaps the liftening furges stand , Mute and obfervant of the high ...
... crowd , And a ftill filence lulls the wondering flood : Roll'd up , the cryftal ridges ftrike the skies , Waves peep o'er waves , and feas o'er feas arife , Around in heaps the liftening furges stand , Mute and obfervant of the high ...
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... crowd the fhores , The barriers of the ocean . When I rife From my foft bed , and fofter joys of fleep , I rife to thee . Yet lo ! the impious flight Thy mighty wonders . Shall the fons of vice Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand ...
... crowd the fhores , The barriers of the ocean . When I rife From my foft bed , and fofter joys of fleep , I rife to thee . Yet lo ! the impious flight Thy mighty wonders . Shall the fons of vice Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand ...
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... Crowd the profound , or on the surface play : Tall navies here their doubtful way explore , And ev'ry product waft from shore to fhore ; Hence meagre want expell'd , and fanguine ftrife , For the mild charms of cultivated life ; Hence ...
... Crowd the profound , or on the surface play : Tall navies here their doubtful way explore , And ev'ry product waft from shore to fhore ; Hence meagre want expell'd , and fanguine ftrife , For the mild charms of cultivated life ; Hence ...
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... crowd's ignoble ftrife Their fober withes never learn'd to ftray ; .. Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life They kept the noifelefs tenor of their way . Yet ev'n thefe bones from infult to protect , Some frail memorial ftill erected ...
... crowd's ignoble ftrife Their fober withes never learn'd to ftray ; .. Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life They kept the noifelefs tenor of their way . Yet ev'n thefe bones from infult to protect , Some frail memorial ftill erected ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...