Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Bind 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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Side 14
... beauty walks , thy tendernefs and love . Wide flush the fields ; the foftening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every fenfe and every heart is joy . Then comes thy glory in the Summer months , With light ...
... beauty walks , thy tendernefs and love . Wide flush the fields ; the foftening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every fenfe and every heart is joy . Then comes thy glory in the Summer months , With light ...
Side 38
... beauty : -rife , attend , Atteft , and praife , ye quarters of the world ! Bow down , ye elephants , fubmiffive bow To Him who made the mite ! Tho ' Afia's pride , Ye carry armies on your tower - crown'd backs , And grace the turban'd ...
... beauty : -rife , attend , Atteft , and praife , ye quarters of the world ! Bow down , ye elephants , fubmiffive bow To Him who made the mite ! Tho ' Afia's pride , Ye carry armies on your tower - crown'd backs , And grace the turban'd ...
Side 43
... beauty ftrikes the mind , But outward beauty points a charm behind . What gives the earth , the ambient air , or feas , The plain , the river , or the wood to please ? Oh fay , in whom does beauty's felf refide , The Beautifier , or the ...
... beauty ftrikes the mind , But outward beauty points a charm behind . What gives the earth , the ambient air , or feas , The plain , the river , or the wood to please ? Oh fay , in whom does beauty's felf refide , The Beautifier , or the ...
Side 62
... beauty of men , Tho ' they bloom and look gay like the rofe : But all our fond care to preferve them is vain ; Time kills them as fait as he goes . Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty , Since both of them wither and fade ...
... beauty of men , Tho ' they bloom and look gay like the rofe : But all our fond care to preferve them is vain ; Time kills them as fait as he goes . Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty , Since both of them wither and fade ...
Side 71
... beauty , fair . Graceful , yet each with different grace they move ; This ftriking facred awe ; that , fofter winning love . The first in native dignity furpafs'd ; Artiefs and unadorn'd the pleas'd the more ; Health o'er her looks a ...
... beauty , fair . Graceful , yet each with different grace they move ; This ftriking facred awe ; that , fofter winning love . The first in native dignity furpafs'd ; Artiefs and unadorn'd the pleas'd the more ; Health o'er her looks a ...
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Side 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Side 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Side 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Side 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Side 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Side 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Side 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Side 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.