Book of Elegant Poetical ExtractsLeavitt & Allen Bros., 1869 - Всего страниц: 506 |
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... truths , and the wonderful and gratifying disclosures it makes to its followers , has produced many authors ; and another and quite numerous class has been generated by pure Ennui - an intolerable weariness at having nothing to do ...
... truths , and the wonderful and gratifying disclosures it makes to its followers , has produced many authors ; and another and quite numerous class has been generated by pure Ennui - an intolerable weariness at having nothing to do ...
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... Truth . 257 Sorrow . 406 Twilight 171 Soul .. 336 Tyranny 437 Splendor 484 U Spring 61 Sport 270 Unanimity . 496 Stars 412 Unbelief . 478 Statesman 485 V. Station ... 35 Vanity 459 Storm . 127 Variety 497 Stubbornness . 430 Vengeance ...
... Truth . 257 Sorrow . 406 Twilight 171 Soul .. 336 Tyranny 437 Splendor 484 U Spring 61 Sport 270 Unanimity . 496 Stars 412 Unbelief . 478 Statesman 485 V. Station ... 35 Vanity 459 Storm . 127 Variety 497 Stubbornness . 430 Vengeance ...
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... decent grace upon his visage , And worthily becomes his silver locks ; He wears the marks of many years well spent , Of virtue truth well tried , and wise experience . ROWE . AGE . The hand of time alone disarms Her face.
... decent grace upon his visage , And worthily becomes his silver locks ; He wears the marks of many years well spent , Of virtue truth well tried , and wise experience . ROWE . AGE . The hand of time alone disarms Her face.
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... truth Much more than I have lost in fire . What was but passion's sigh before , Has since been turn'd to reason's vow , And tho ' I then might love thee more , Yet oh ! I love thee better now ! -I left him in a green old age , And ...
... truth Much more than I have lost in fire . What was but passion's sigh before , Has since been turn'd to reason's vow , And tho ' I then might love thee more , Yet oh ! I love thee better now ! -I left him in a green old age , And ...
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... truth from me- Virtue alone is true nobility ! GIFFORD'S Juvenal . How shall we call those noble , who disgrace Their lineage , proud of an illustrious race ? Who seek to shine by borrow'd lights alone , Nor with their fathers ' glories ...
... truth from me- Virtue alone is true nobility ! GIFFORD'S Juvenal . How shall we call those noble , who disgrace Their lineage , proud of an illustrious race ? Who seek to shine by borrow'd lights alone , Nor with their fathers ' glories ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charms cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory gold grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue weep WELBY wind young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Стр. 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Стр. 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Стр. 457 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Стр. 389 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Стр. 85 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Стр. 297 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Стр. 173 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Стр. 227 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their...
Стр. 420 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...