Elegant Extracts; Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry: Selected for the Improvement of Youth, in Speaking, Reading, Thinking, Composing; and in the Conduct of Life; Being Similar in Design to Elegant Extracts in Prose, 第 1 巻Vicesimus Knox Charles Dilly, Poultry., 1791 |
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... Glory to the Father , & c . ib . 148 Written at Midnight , in a Thunder Storm ib . 156 Know Thyself Arbuthnot 156 The Sluggard ib . 149 The Frailty and Folly of Man Prior 157 Innocent Play ib . 149 Paraphrafe on Part of Matth . vi ...
... Glory to the Father , & c . ib . 148 Written at Midnight , in a Thunder Storm ib . 156 Know Thyself Arbuthnot 156 The Sluggard ib . 149 The Frailty and Folly of Man Prior 157 Innocent Play ib . 149 Paraphrafe on Part of Matth . vi ...
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... glory was the fame . And when the pillars of the world With fudden ruin break , And all this vaft and goodly frame Sinks in the mighty wreck ; Ba When from her orb the moon shall start , Th'aftonifh'd Book I. 3 SACRED AND MORAL .
... glory was the fame . And when the pillars of the world With fudden ruin break , And all this vaft and goodly frame Sinks in the mighty wreck ; Ba When from her orb the moon shall start , Th'aftonifh'd Book I. 3 SACRED AND MORAL .
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... glory heav'n's vaft height tranfcends ! From infants Thou canft ftrength upraife , And form their lifping tongues to praife : By thefe the vengeance - breathing Foe , Thy mightier terrors taught to know , In mute aftonishment shall ...
... glory heav'n's vaft height tranfcends ! From infants Thou canft ftrength upraife , And form their lifping tongues to praife : By thefe the vengeance - breathing Foe , Thy mightier terrors taught to know , In mute aftonishment shall ...
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... Glory comes Along th'ethereal road : The cherubs through your folds fhall bear The triumphs of their God . Who is this great and glorious King ? Oh ! ' tis the God , whose care Leads on his Ifrael to the field , Whofe pow'r controuls ...
... Glory comes Along th'ethereal road : The cherubs through your folds fhall bear The triumphs of their God . Who is this great and glorious King ? Oh ! ' tis the God , whose care Leads on his Ifrael to the field , Whofe pow'r controuls ...
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... glory grac'd What trophies rais'd amid the watery wafte ! How did his power the steeds and riders fweep , Ingulph'd heaps , andwhelm'd beneath the deep ? Whom thould we fear , while he , heav'n's awful Unsheaths for Ifrael his avenging ...
... glory grac'd What trophies rais'd amid the watery wafte ! How did his power the steeds and riders fweep , Ingulph'd heaps , andwhelm'd beneath the deep ? Whom thould we fear , while he , heav'n's awful Unsheaths for Ifrael his avenging ...
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174 ページ - em, would a hundred tongues require, Or one vain wit's, that might a hundred tire. 45 But you who seek to give and merit fame, And justly bear a Critic's noble name, Be sure yourself and your own reach to know, How far your genius, taste, and learning go; Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, 50 And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
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185 ページ - Who would not scorn what Housewife's Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...