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 páginas |
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Nothing is meaner than a wretch of state ; The happy only are the truly great .
Peasants enjoy like appetites with Kings , And those hest satisfied with cheapest
things . Could both our Indies buy but one new sense , Our envy would be due to
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Nothing is meaner than a wretch of state ; The happy only are the truly great .
Peasants enjoy like appetites with Kings , And those hest satisfied with cheapest
things . Could both our Indies buy but one new sense , Our envy would be due to
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Remembrance and reflection how ally ' d ; What thin partitions sense from
thought divide ! And middle natures , how they long to join , Yet never pass th '
insuperable line ! Without this just gradation , could they be Subjected , these to
those , or ...
Remembrance and reflection how ally ' d ; What thin partitions sense from
thought divide ! And middle natures , how they long to join , Yet never pass th '
insuperable line ! Without this just gradation , could they be Subjected , these to
those , or ...
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Tis not for mortals always to be blest ; But him the least the dull or painful hours
Of life oppress , whom sober Sense conducts And Virtue , thro ' this labyrinth we
tread . Virtue and Sense I mean not to disjoin ; . Virtue and Sense are one : and ...
Tis not for mortals always to be blest ; But him the least the dull or painful hours
Of life oppress , whom sober Sense conducts And Virtue , thro ' this labyrinth we
tread . Virtue and Sense I mean not to disjoin ; . Virtue and Sense are one : and ...
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In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn Critics in their own
defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a Rival ' s , or an
Eunuch ' s spite . All fools have still an itching to deride ; And fain would be upon
...
In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn Critics in their own
defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a Rival ' s , or an
Eunuch ' s spite . All fools have still an itching to deride ; And fain would be upon
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Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found , False eloquence , like the prismatic
glass , Its gaudy colours spreads on ev ' ry place ; The face of nature we no more
survey , All glares alike , without distinction gay ; But true Expression , like th ...
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found , False eloquence , like the prismatic
glass , Its gaudy colours spreads on ev ' ry place ; The face of nature we no more
survey , All glares alike , without distinction gay ; But true Expression , like th ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appear arms bear beauty beneath bliss breast breath bright charms death deep delight earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fields fire fool give grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n hills honour hope hour human kind king land light live look lost mind morn Muse nature Nature's never night o'er once pain passion peace plain pleasure poor pow'r praise pride reason rest rise round rules scene sense shade SHAKESPEARE side sight sleep smile soft song soon soul sound spirit spread spring stream sweet thee things thou thought thro toil tongue true turn virtue voice walk waves whole wide wild wind wings wise woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 251 - 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.
Página 195 - 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...
Página 137 - Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Página 141 - 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...
Página 255 - 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...
Página 235 - 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.
Página 237 - 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.
Página 264 - 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.
Página 42 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 138 - 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...