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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... thee , in the lowest bounds Of Erebus , and read thee in the scenes Of complicated wrath : I fce thee clad In all the majefty of darkness there . If , on the ruddy inorning's purple wings Upborne , with indefatigable courfe I feek the ...
... thee , in the lowest bounds Of Erebus , and read thee in the scenes Of complicated wrath : I fce thee clad In all the majefty of darkness there . If , on the ruddy inorning's purple wings Upborne , with indefatigable courfe I feek the ...
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... thee . Yet lo ! the impious flight Thy mighty wonders . Shall the fons of vice Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand , And mock thy ling'ring thunder which withholds Its forky terrors from their guilty heads ? [ fly Thou great ...
... thee . Yet lo ! the impious flight Thy mighty wonders . Shall the fons of vice Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand , And mock thy ling'ring thunder which withholds Its forky terrors from their guilty heads ? [ fly Thou great ...
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... thee my ardent praifes fhall be borne On the firft breeze that wakes the blufhing morn ; The lateft ftar fhall hear the pleafing found , And nature in full choir fhall join around . When full of thee my foul excurfive flies Thro ' earth ...
... thee my ardent praifes fhall be borne On the firft breeze that wakes the blufhing morn ; The lateft ftar fhall hear the pleafing found , And nature in full choir fhall join around . When full of thee my foul excurfive flies Thro ' earth ...
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... thee ; Who revere thy Son above , Who thy Sacred Spirit love . $ 32 . Hymn for Noon . PARNELL . THE HE fun is fwiftly mounted high , It glitters in the fouthern fky ; Its beams with force and glory beat , And fruitful earth is fill'd ...
... thee ; Who revere thy Son above , Who thy Sacred Spirit love . $ 32 . Hymn for Noon . PARNELL . THE HE fun is fwiftly mounted high , It glitters in the fouthern fky ; Its beams with force and glory beat , And fruitful earth is fill'd ...
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... thee , my God ! I turn , And fervent wishes fay I burn ; I burn thy glorious face to fee , And live in endless joy with thee , There's no fuch ardent kind of flame Between the lover and the dame ; Nor fuch affection parents bear To ...
... thee , my God ! I turn , And fervent wishes fay I burn ; I burn thy glorious face to fee , And live in endless joy with thee , There's no fuch ardent kind of flame Between the lover and the dame ; Nor fuch affection parents bear To ...
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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...