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 - 380 psl. |
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An Address to Light 189 Satan's Speech to the Sun 190 Satan's Approach to Paradise - That Place described 192 Satan's first sight of Adam and Eve 193 Eve gives an Account of what first befel her after her Creation ibid .
An Address to Light 189 Satan's Speech to the Sun 190 Satan's Approach to Paradise - That Place described 192 Satan's first sight of Adam and Eve 193 Eve gives an Account of what first befel her after her Creation ibid .
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The trembling grove confess'd its fright , The wood - nymphs started at the sight ; The Muses drop the learned lyre , And to their inmost shades retire , Howe'er the youth , with forward air , Bows to the sage , and mounts the car ...
The trembling grove confess'd its fright , The wood - nymphs started at the sight ; The Muses drop the learned lyre , And to their inmost shades retire , Howe'er the youth , with forward air , Bows to the sage , and mounts the car ...
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He said ; then full before their sight Produc'd the beast , and lo !- -'twas white . Both star'd , the man look'd wondrous wiseMy children , the Camelion cries , ( Then first the creature found a tongue ) Is You all are right ...
He said ; then full before their sight Produc'd the beast , and lo !- -'twas white . Both star'd , the man look'd wondrous wiseMy children , the Camelion cries , ( Then first the creature found a tongue ) Is You all are right ...
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Then happiest he , whose lengthen'd sight Pursues by virtue's constant light A hope beyond the skies ; Where - frowning Winter ne'er shall come , But rosy Spring for ever bloom , And suns eternal rise . The EMPLOYMENTS of a Country LIFE ...
Then happiest he , whose lengthen'd sight Pursues by virtue's constant light A hope beyond the skies ; Where - frowning Winter ne'er shall come , But rosy Spring for ever bloom , And suns eternal rise . The EMPLOYMENTS of a Country LIFE ...
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... A streak of gold the sea and sky divides : The purple clouds their amber linings show , And edg'd with flames rolls ev'ry wave below : Here pensive I behold the fading light , And o'er the distant billow lose my sight .
... A streak of gold the sea and sky divides : The purple clouds their amber linings show , And edg'd with flames rolls ev'ry wave below : Here pensive I behold the fading light , And o'er the distant billow lose my sight .
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