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, Volumen1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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... eyes in fleep I clofe ; My limbs , fecure , to reft compofe ; For Thou , great God , fhall fereen my head , And ... eye : To Thee , whom nought obfcur'd by stain Can pleafe ; whofe doors to feet profane Inexorable stand ; whofe Law ...
... eyes in fleep I clofe ; My limbs , fecure , to reft compofe ; For Thou , great God , fhall fereen my head , And ... eye : To Thee , whom nought obfcur'd by stain Can pleafe ; whofe doors to feet profane Inexorable stand ; whofe Law ...
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... eyes Explore the motions of this mortal fraine , This tenement of duft : Thy stretching fight Surveys th'harmonious principles , that move In beauteous rank and order , to inform This caík , and animated mafs of clay . Nor are the ...
... eyes Explore the motions of this mortal fraine , This tenement of duft : Thy stretching fight Surveys th'harmonious principles , that move In beauteous rank and order , to inform This caík , and animated mafs of clay . Nor are the ...
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... eyes ; For them thou open'ft thy exhauftlefs ftore , Till the capacious wifh can grafp no more . But , if one moment thou thy face fhould't hide , Thy glory clouded , or thy finiles deny'd , Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes ...
... eyes ; For them thou open'ft thy exhauftlefs ftore , Till the capacious wifh can grafp no more . But , if one moment thou thy face fhould't hide , Thy glory clouded , or thy finiles deny'd , Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes ...
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... eyes . Let its glory more than vie With the fun that lights the sky : Let it fwiftly mount in air , Mount with that , and leave it there ; And foar with more afpiring flight , To realms of everlafting light . Thus , while here I'm forc ...
... eyes . Let its glory more than vie With the fun that lights the sky : Let it fwiftly mount in air , Mount with that , and leave it there ; And foar with more afpiring flight , To realms of everlafting light . Thus , while here I'm forc ...
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... eyes , Nor fields with gleaming feel be cover'd o'er , The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; But ufclefs lances into fcythes thall bend , And the broad faulchion in a plowshare end . Thenlaces fhall rife ; the joyful fon Shall ...
... eyes , Nor fields with gleaming feel be cover'd o'er , The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; But ufclefs lances into fcythes thall bend , And the broad faulchion in a plowshare end . Thenlaces fhall rife ; the joyful fon Shall ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...