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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... winds , above me flying , With all their wanton boughs dispute , And the more tuneful birds to both replying , Nor be myself , too , mute . V. A silver stream shall roll his waters near , Gilt with the sun - beams here and there , On ...
... winds , above me flying , With all their wanton boughs dispute , And the more tuneful birds to both replying , Nor be myself , too , mute . V. A silver stream shall roll his waters near , Gilt with the sun - beams here and there , On ...
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... wind , and batter'd by the rain . At length some pity warm'd the master's breast , ( ' Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest ) ; Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care , And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair ; One ...
... wind , and batter'd by the rain . At length some pity warm'd the master's breast , ( ' Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest ) ; Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care , And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair ; One ...
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... winds remove the door , A trembling rocks the ground : " And ( well I ween to count aright ) At once an hundred ... wind , Has here presum'd to hide ? At this the Swain , whose vent'rous soul No fears of Magick art controul , Advanc ...
... winds remove the door , A trembling rocks the ground : " And ( well I ween to count aright ) At once an hundred ... wind , Has here presum'd to hide ? At this the Swain , whose vent'rous soul No fears of Magick art controul , Advanc ...
61 psl.
... wind and tumble like an ape , And other - some transmute their shape In Edwin's wond'ring eyes : ' Till one at last , that Robin hight , ( Renown'd for pinching maids by night ) As hent him up aloof ; And full against the beam he flung ...
... wind and tumble like an ape , And other - some transmute their shape In Edwin's wond'ring eyes : ' Till one at last , that Robin hight , ( Renown'd for pinching maids by night ) As hent him up aloof ; And full against the beam he flung ...
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... wind that bore the crowd Has clapp'd the door , and whistled loud , To warn them all to go . Then screaming all at once they fly , And all at once the tapers die ; Poor Edwin falls to floor ; Forlorn his state , and dark the place , Was ...
... wind that bore the crowd Has clapp'd the door , and whistled loud , To warn them all to go . Then screaming all at once they fly , And all at once the tapers die ; Poor Edwin falls to floor ; Forlorn his state , and dark the place , Was ...
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Populiarios ištraukos
251 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
195 psl. - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
137 psl. - Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
141 psl. - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
255 psl. - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
235 psl. - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the feast of Crispian.
237 psl. - Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
264 psl. - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
42 psl. - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
138 psl. - 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...