Sequel to the English Reader, Or Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...Lincoln & Edmands. Sold at their Bible warehouse, and theological and miscellaneous bookstore, no. 53 Cornhill, 1816 - 286 oldal |
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iii. oldal
... must not therefore be understood as recommending every pro . duction of all the poets who have contributed to his fe- lection . * Judicious parents and tutors , who feel the im- portance of a guarded education , will find it incumbent ...
... must not therefore be understood as recommending every pro . duction of all the poets who have contributed to his fe- lection . * Judicious parents and tutors , who feel the im- portance of a guarded education , will find it incumbent ...
15. oldal
... must inevitably be wretched . if thy fupreme defire had been the delights of Paradife , and thou hadft believed that by the tenor of thy life thefe delights had been secured , as more could not have been given thee , thou wouldst not ...
... must inevitably be wretched . if thy fupreme defire had been the delights of Paradife , and thou hadft believed that by the tenor of thy life thefe delights had been secured , as more could not have been given thee , thou wouldst not ...
23. oldal
... must not omit my own particular adventure . My friend with the long vifage had no fooner taken upon him my fhort face , but he made fo grotefque a figure , that as I looked upon him I could not forbear iaughing at myself , infomuch that ...
... must not omit my own particular adventure . My friend with the long vifage had no fooner taken upon him my fhort face , but he made fo grotefque a figure , that as I looked upon him I could not forbear iaughing at myself , infomuch that ...
26. oldal
... must be wretched , is acquired by vir tue ; and virtue is poffible to all . Remember , Almet , the vifion which thou haft feen ; and let my words be written on the tablet of thy heart , that thou mayeft direct the wanderer to happiness ...
... must be wretched , is acquired by vir tue ; and virtue is poffible to all . Remember , Almet , the vifion which thou haft feen ; and let my words be written on the tablet of thy heart , that thou mayeft direct the wanderer to happiness ...
29. oldal
... must allow fuch grat- ifications as will , by refreshing , invigorate his nobler pur- fuits . In the regions inhabited by angelic natures , unmingled felicity forever blooms ; joy flows there with a perpetual and abundant stream , nor ...
... must allow fuch grat- ifications as will , by refreshing , invigorate his nobler pur- fuits . In the regions inhabited by angelic natures , unmingled felicity forever blooms ; joy flows there with a perpetual and abundant stream , nor ...
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againſt alfo ASPASIO becauſe behold beſt bleffings bufy cheerfulneſs chriftian confider Coriolanus courfe defire diſcovered divine earth exiſtence eyes fafe faid fame fays fcene fecret feemed felf fenfe fentiments feveral fhade fhall fhould fide filent firſt fituation fleep fmile fociety fome fometimes foon forrow foul fpirit ftate ftill ftrength fubject fuccefs fuch fuffered fuperior fupport Grongar Hill Habit happineſs happy heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe human increaſe inftruction itſelf labour laft laſt leaſt lefs loft look Lord MARCUS AURELIUS mifery mind moft moſt mountain muft muſt myſelf nature nefs o'er obferved occafion paffed paffions perfons philofopher pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poffeffed praiſe prefent profpect purpoſe raiſed Reafon refignation reft religion rife Scythia Seged SERVIUS TULLIUS ſhall ſhe ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand univerfal uſeful Veturia virtue whofe wifdom Xerxes youth
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207. oldal - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
205. oldal - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
201. oldal - 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.
205. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
226. oldal - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
204. oldal - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
206. oldal - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
199. oldal - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
208. oldal - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same.
199. oldal - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.