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, Volume 1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 - Conduct of life |
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... face ; Branding our laughter with the name of madness . Where are the jefters now ? the man of health Complexionally pleafant ? where the droll , Whole cv'ry look and gesture was a joke To clapping theatres and fhouting crowds , And ...
... face ; Branding our laughter with the name of madness . Where are the jefters now ? the man of health Complexionally pleafant ? where the droll , Whole cv'ry look and gesture was a joke To clapping theatres and fhouting crowds , And ...
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... face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors ! Scarce a fcull's caft up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell D Som : 1 Nor thou ...
... face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors ! Scarce a fcull's caft up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell D Som : 1 Nor thou ...
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... face to face ftand visibly confeft ; Yet know , that nor in prefence or in power Shines He lefs perfect here ; ' tis man's dim eye That makes th'obfcurity . He is the fame ; Alike in all his univerfe the fame . Whether the mind along ...
... face to face ftand visibly confeft ; Yet know , that nor in prefence or in power Shines He lefs perfect here ; ' tis man's dim eye That makes th'obfcurity . He is the fame ; Alike in all his univerfe the fame . Whether the mind along ...
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... face , Yet where thy Majefty divine appear'd , Where thone thy glory , and thy voice was heard ; Ev'n in the blaze of that tremendous day , Idolatry its impious rites could pay ! Oh 1 Oh fhame to thought ! -Thy facred throne in- 48 BOOK ...
... face , Yet where thy Majefty divine appear'd , Where thone thy glory , and thy voice was heard ; Ev'n in the blaze of that tremendous day , Idolatry its impious rites could pay ! Oh 1 Oh fhame to thought ! -Thy facred throne in- 48 BOOK ...
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... face of day , Then at thy nod the phantoms pass away ; No traces left of all the bufy fcene , But that remembrance fays -- The things have been ! But ( queftions doubt ) whence fickly nature feels The ague - fits her face fo oft reveals ...
... face of day , Then at thy nod the phantoms pass away ; No traces left of all the bufy fcene , But that remembrance fays -- The things have been ! But ( queftions doubt ) whence fickly nature feels The ague - fits her face fo oft reveals ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...