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 23
... The manger now had all its measure ; He heard the grinding teeth with
pleasure : When all at once confusion rung ; They snorted , jostled , bit , and flung
. A Pack - horse turn ' d his head aside ; Poaming , his eye - balls swellid with
pride .
... The manger now had all its measure ; He heard the grinding teeth with
pleasure : When all at once confusion rung ; They snorted , jostled , bit , and flung
. A Pack - horse turn ' d his head aside ; Poaming , his eye - balls swellid with
pride .
Strana 38
The hair in curls luxuriant now Around their temples spread ; The tail that whiloin
hung below , Now dangled from the head . The head remains unchang ' d within ,
Nor alter ' d much the face : It still retains its native grin , And all its old grimace .
The hair in curls luxuriant now Around their temples spread ; The tail that whiloin
hung below , Now dangled from the head . The head remains unchang ' d within ,
Nor alter ' d much the face : It still retains its native grin , And all its old grimace .
Strana 96
What if the foot , ordain ' d the dust to tread , Or hand , to toil , aspir ' d to be the
head ? Wliat if the head , the eye , or ear repin ' d To serve mere engines to the
ruling Mind ? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this gen ' ral ...
What if the foot , ordain ' d the dust to tread , Or hand , to toil , aspir ' d to be the
head ? Wliat if the head , the eye , or ear repin ' d To serve mere engines to the
ruling Mind ? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this gen ' ral ...
Strana 153
... these early seeds Of love and admiration , yet in vain Without fair culture ' s
kind , parental aid , Without enlivening suns , and genial show ' rs , And shelter
from the blast , in vain we hope The tender plant should rear its blooming head ; .
... these early seeds Of love and admiration , yet in vain Without fair culture ' s
kind , parental aid , Without enlivening suns , and genial show ' rs , And shelter
from the blast , in vain we hope The tender plant should rear its blooming head ; .
Strana 233
Thus , Royal Liege , Accusing it , I put it on my head , To try with it ( as with an
enemy , That had before my face murder ' d my father ) The quarrel of a true
inheritor . But if it did infect my blood with joy , Or swell my thoughts to any strain
of pride ...
Thus , Royal Liege , Accusing it , I put it on my head , To try with it ( as with an
enemy , That had before my face murder ' d my father ) The quarrel of a true
inheritor . But if it did infect my blood with joy , Or swell my thoughts to any strain
of pride ...
Co říkají ostatní - Napsat recenzi
Na obvyklých místech jsme nenalezli žádné recenze.
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Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
appear arms bear beauty beneath bliss breast breath bright charms death deep delight earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fields fire fool give grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n hills honour hope human kind king land light live look lost mind morn Muse nature Nature's never night o'er once pain passion peace plain pleasure poor pow'r praise pride reason rest rise round rules scene sense shade SHAKESPEARE side sight sleep smile soft song soon soul sound spirit spread spring stream sweet thee things thou thought thro toil tongue true turn virtue voice walk waves whole wide wild wind wings wise woods youth
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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...