The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry: Extracted from the Works of the Most Eminent English Poets ... and Calculated for the Use, Not Only of Schools, But of Private GentlemenW. J. and J. Richardson; Wilkie and Robinson; G. Robinson; F. and C. Rivington; Scatcherd and Letterman; C. Law; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; and Lackington and Company, 1806 - Počet stran: 380 |
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Strana 13
... head , the eye , the nose's shape , Prov'd this an owl , and that an ape . When , in the sketches thus design'd , Resemblance brings some friend to mind , You shew the piece , and give the hint , And find each feature in the print ; So ...
... head , the eye , the nose's shape , Prov'd this an owl , and that an ape . When , in the sketches thus design'd , Resemblance brings some friend to mind , You shew the piece , and give the hint , And find each feature in the print ; So ...
Strana 19
... head and tongue assist mankind : Each , aiming at one common end , Proves to the whole a needful friend . Thus , born each other's useful aid , By turns are obligations paid . The monarch , when his table's spread , Is to the clown ...
... head and tongue assist mankind : Each , aiming at one common end , Proves to the whole a needful friend . Thus , born each other's useful aid , By turns are obligations paid . The monarch , when his table's spread , Is to the clown ...
Strana 23
... head aside ; Foaming , his eye - balls swell'd with pride . Good gods ! ( says he ) how hard's my lot ! Is then my high descent forgot ? Reduc'd to drudg'ry and disgrace , ( A life unworthy of my race ) Must I too bear the vile attacks ...
... head aside ; Foaming , his eye - balls swell'd with pride . Good gods ! ( says he ) how hard's my lot ! Is then my high descent forgot ? Reduc'd to drudg'ry and disgrace , ( A life unworthy of my race ) Must I too bear the vile attacks ...
Strana 30
... head He fell , and lay an hour for dead . The various creatures in the place Had different thoughts upon the case ; From some his fate compassion drew , But those , I must confess , were few ; The rest esteem'd him rightly serv'd , And ...
... head He fell , and lay an hour for dead . The various creatures in the place Had different thoughts upon the case ; From some his fate compassion drew , But those , I must confess , were few ; The rest esteem'd him rightly serv'd , And ...
Strana 36
... head , a serpent's tongue , " Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd " And what a length of tail behind ! " How slow its pace ! and then its hue- " Who ever saw so fine a blue ? " " Hold there , the other quick replies , " " Tis green ...
... head , a serpent's tongue , " Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd " And what a length of tail behind ! " How slow its pace ! and then its hue- " Who ever saw so fine a blue ? " " Hold there , the other quick replies , " " Tis green ...
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Strana 251 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Strana 195 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Strana 137 - Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Strana 141 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Strana 255 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Strana 235 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the feast of Crispian.
Strana 237 - Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 264 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 42 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Strana 138 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...