The young gentleman and lady's poetical preceptor, selected [by T. Woolston].1807 |
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... rest . ' Thrice happy if you once can find ' Her equal balance poife your mind : ' All different graces foon will enter , ' Like lines concurrent to their centre . ' ' Twas thus , in fhort , these two went on , With YEA and NAY , and ...
... rest . ' Thrice happy if you once can find ' Her equal balance poife your mind : ' All different graces foon will enter , ' Like lines concurrent to their centre . ' ' Twas thus , in fhort , these two went on , With YEA and NAY , and ...
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... rest ; Some Cromwell , guiltlefs of his country's blood . Th ' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land , And read their hift'ry in a nation's eyes ...
... rest ; Some Cromwell , guiltlefs of his country's blood . Th ' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land , And read their hift'ry in a nation's eyes ...
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... rests his head ; Where the lone widow tells the night her pain , And eve with dewy tears embalms the dead ? The lily , fereen'd from ev'ry ruder gale , Courts not the cultur'd fpot where rofes fpring : But blows neglected in the ...
... rests his head ; Where the lone widow tells the night her pain , And eve with dewy tears embalms the dead ? The lily , fereen'd from ev'ry ruder gale , Courts not the cultur'd fpot where rofes fpring : But blows neglected in the ...
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... rest . Are there no fuff'rings to atone For but a fingle error ? —None . Though woman is avow'd , of old , No daughter of celestial mould , Her temp❜ring not without allay , And form'd but of the finer clay , We challenge from the ...
... rest . Are there no fuff'rings to atone For but a fingle error ? —None . Though woman is avow'd , of old , No daughter of celestial mould , Her temp❜ring not without allay , And form'd but of the finer clay , We challenge from the ...
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... rest , Shall Virtue's flaine no more return ? No more with virgin fplendor burn ? No more the ravag'd garden blow With fpring's fucceeding bloffom ? -Na . Pity may mourn , but not restore ; And woman M 3 PRECEPTOR . 185.
... rest , Shall Virtue's flaine no more return ? No more with virgin fplendor burn ? No more the ravag'd garden blow With fpring's fucceeding bloffom ? -Na . Pity may mourn , but not restore ; And woman M 3 PRECEPTOR . 185.
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 100 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...
Página 7 - 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...
Página 227 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 128 - That cast an awful Look below; Whose ragged Walls the Ivy creeps, And with her Arms from...
Página 30 - Lo ! these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day ! So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others good, or melt at others woe.
Página 105 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Página 225 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Página 201 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Página 86 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Página 32 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart : Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.