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, Bind 1Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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Side iv
... fame , indeed , but in great esteem , and of allowed genius ? Their own luftre pointed them out , like ftars of the first magnitude in the heavens . There was no occafion for fingular acuteness of vifion , or of optical glaffes , to ...
... fame , indeed , but in great esteem , and of allowed genius ? Their own luftre pointed them out , like ftars of the first magnitude in the heavens . There was no occafion for fingular acuteness of vifion , or of optical glaffes , to ...
Side ix
... Fame the Univerfal Paffion Young 33 Winter , a Paftoral ib . 168 The Caftle of Indolence Thonjon 352 Wind for Forest ib . 169 To the Memory of Sir Ifaac Newton ib . 366 Two Choruffes to the Tragedy of Brutus ib . 172 Hymn on Solitude ib ...
... Fame the Univerfal Paffion Young 33 Winter , a Paftoral ib . 168 The Caftle of Indolence Thonjon 352 Wind for Forest ib . 169 To the Memory of Sir Ifaac Newton ib . 366 Two Choruffes to the Tragedy of Brutus ib . 172 Hymn on Solitude ib ...
Side xi
... fame Thomson 164 tues Thomjon 166 Bad Fortune more easily borne than good Rowe 164 The fame Whitebead 166 Despair never to be indulged Philips 164 A Friend to Freedom never can be a Traitor In what Philofophy really confifts Scipio ...
... fame Thomson 164 tues Thomjon 166 Bad Fortune more easily borne than good Rowe 164 The fame Whitebead 166 Despair never to be indulged Philips 164 A Friend to Freedom never can be a Traitor In what Philofophy really confifts Scipio ...
Side 20
... fame they live , Are fenfclefs of the fame they give . Ha ! while I gaze , pale Cynthia fades , The burfting earth unveils the hades ! All flow , and wan , and wrapp'd with fhrowds , They rife in vifionary crowds ; And all with fober ...
... fame they live , Are fenfclefs of the fame they give . Ha ! while I gaze , pale Cynthia fades , The burfting earth unveils the hades ! All flow , and wan , and wrapp'd with fhrowds , They rife in vifionary crowds ; And all with fober ...
Side 31
... fame ) Die faft away : only themfelves die fafter . The far - fam'd fculptor , and the laurel'd bard , Thofe bold infurers of eternal fame , Supply their little feeble aids in vain .. The tap'ring pyramid , th ' Egyptian's pride , And ...
... fame ) Die faft away : only themfelves die fafter . The far - fam'd fculptor , and the laurel'd bard , Thofe bold infurers of eternal fame , Supply their little feeble aids in vain .. The tap'ring pyramid , th ' Egyptian's pride , And ...
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beft behold bleffings bleft blifs breaft breath caufe charms death defire divine earth erft eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fear fecret feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould fide figh fight filent fing fire firft fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwell glory grace hand heart Heav'n himſelf juft kings laft lefs loft Lord mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride purfue rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil trembling virtue whofe wife worfe wretch youth
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...