The Preceptor: Containing a General Course of Education, Svazek 1Robert Dodsley R. and J. Dodsley, 1754 |
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... says , and then he will speak fo as to make others " feel it . " * The fame Rules are to be observed in reading Poetry and Profe : Neither the Rhime nor the Numbers fhould take off your Attention from the Senfe and Spirit of your Author ...
... says , and then he will speak fo as to make others " feel it . " * The fame Rules are to be observed in reading Poetry and Profe : Neither the Rhime nor the Numbers fhould take off your Attention from the Senfe and Spirit of your Author ...
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... say ? It would be as imprudent to discover our Faults , as ridiculous to count over our fancied Virtues . Our private and domeftic Affairs are no lefs improper to be introduced into Conversation . What does it concern the Company how ...
... say ? It would be as imprudent to discover our Faults , as ridiculous to count over our fancied Virtues . Our private and domeftic Affairs are no lefs improper to be introduced into Conversation . What does it concern the Company how ...
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... Say in what mortal Soil thou deign'ft to grow ? Fair - opening to fome Court's propitious Shrine ? Or deep with Diamonds in the flaming Mine ? Twin'd with the Wreaths Parnaffian Laurels yield ? Or reapt in Iron Harvests of the Field ...
... Say in what mortal Soil thou deign'ft to grow ? Fair - opening to fome Court's propitious Shrine ? Or deep with Diamonds in the flaming Mine ? Twin'd with the Wreaths Parnaffian Laurels yield ? Or reapt in Iron Harvests of the Field ...
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... ruin'd me , And when I am forgotten , as I fhall be , And fleep in dull cold Marble , where no mention Of me muft more be heard : fay then , I taught thee ; Say , Say , Wolfey , that once rode the Waves of 72 On SPEAKING .
... ruin'd me , And when I am forgotten , as I fhall be , And fleep in dull cold Marble , where no mention Of me muft more be heard : fay then , I taught thee ; Say , Say , Wolfey , that once rode the Waves of 72 On SPEAKING .
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Containing a General Course of Education Robert Dodsley. Say , Wolfey , that once rode the Waves of Glory , And founded all the Depths and Shoals of Honour , Found thee a Way , out of this Wreck , to rife in ; A fure and safe one , tho ...
Containing a General Course of Education Robert Dodsley. Say , Wolfey , that once rode the Waves of Glory , And founded all the Depths and Shoals of Honour , Found thee a Way , out of this Wreck , to rife in ; A fure and safe one , tho ...
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Strana 61 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Strana 58 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strana 26 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Strana 26 - 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.
Strana 56 - They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Strana 65 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 26 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Strana 419 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Strana 65 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Strana 67 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.