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, Volum 1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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Pàgina 8
... See ! how their weakness to proclaim , The heathen tribes engage ! See ! how with fruitlefs wrath they burn , And impotence of rage ! But God has fpoke ; and lo ! the world , His terrors to difplay , With all the melting globe of earth ...
... See ! how their weakness to proclaim , The heathen tribes engage ! See ! how with fruitlefs wrath they burn , And impotence of rage ! But God has fpoke ; and lo ! the world , His terrors to difplay , With all the melting globe of earth ...
Pàgina 15
... SEE $ 31 . Hymn for Morning . PARNELL . the ftar that leads the day , Rifing , fhoots a golden ray To make the shades of darkness go From heaven above and earth below ; And warn us early with the fight , To leave the beds of filent ...
... SEE $ 31 . Hymn for Morning . PARNELL . the ftar that leads the day , Rifing , fhoots a golden ray To make the shades of darkness go From heaven above and earth below ; And warn us early with the fight , To leave the beds of filent ...
Pàgina 19
... See , where the fhining Seraphims appear , And fink their decent eyes with holy fear . See flights of angels all their feathers raife , And range the orbs , and , as they range , they praife ! Behold the great Apoftles , fweetly met ...
... See , where the fhining Seraphims appear , And fink their decent eyes with holy fear . See flights of angels all their feathers raife , And range the orbs , and , as they range , they praife ! Behold the great Apoftles , fweetly met ...
Pàgina 20
... See the glad fcene unfolding wide ; Clap the glad wing , and tow'r away , And mingle with the blaze of day . 43. Meffiah , a Sacred Eclogue . PorE . VE Nymphs of Solyma ! begin the fong ; To heavenly themes fublimer ftrains belong . The ...
... See the glad fcene unfolding wide ; Clap the glad wing , and tow'r away , And mingle with the blaze of day . 43. Meffiah , a Sacred Eclogue . PorE . VE Nymphs of Solyma ! begin the fong ; To heavenly themes fublimer ftrains belong . The ...
Pàgina 21
... See Nature haftes her earliest wreathes to bring , With all the incenfe of the breathing fpring ; See lofty Lebanon his head advance , See nodding forefts on the mountains dance , See fpicy clouds from lowly Saron rife , And Carmel's ...
... See Nature haftes her earliest wreathes to bring , With all the incenfe of the breathing fpring ; See lofty Lebanon his head advance , See nodding forefts on the mountains dance , See fpicy clouds from lowly Saron rife , And Carmel's ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...