Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - 212 страница |
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... Sire com- mands To temper mortar with ethereal hands , In such a shape to mould a rising fair , As virgin goddesses are proud to wear . To make her eyes with diamond water shine , And form her organs for a voice divine . " In the first ...
... Sire com- mands To temper mortar with ethereal hands , In such a shape to mould a rising fair , As virgin goddesses are proud to wear . To make her eyes with diamond water shine , And form her organs for a voice divine . " In the first ...
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Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Maria Edgeworth. " Twas thus the sire ordained , the Power obeyed , And worked and wondered at the work he made , The fairest , softest , sweetest form beneath , Now made to seem , now more than seem , to ...
Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Maria Edgeworth. " Twas thus the sire ordained , the Power obeyed , And worked and wondered at the work he made , The fairest , softest , sweetest form beneath , Now made to seem , now more than seem , to ...
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... sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child designed , To thee he gave the heavenly birth , And bade thee form her infant mind . Stern rugged nurse , thy rigid love With patience many a year she bore . What sorrow was , thou bad'st ...
... sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child designed , To thee he gave the heavenly birth , And bade thee form her infant mind . Stern rugged nurse , thy rigid love With patience many a year she bore . What sorrow was , thou bad'st ...
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... sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , designed . When first , Jove the sire of Ad- versity , designed to send Virtue on earth . Here the word Virtue is put out of its proper place , merely to ex- cite attention , and to ...
... sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , designed . When first , Jove the sire of Ad- versity , designed to send Virtue on earth . Here the word Virtue is put out of its proper place , merely to ex- cite attention , and to ...
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... give , That I may Clymene's proud boast believe ,. • Nor longer under false reproaches grieve . ' * Mrs. Barbauld's Evenings at Home . + Addison's Works , Vol . I. " The tender Sire was touch'd with what he said 200 ON PARODY .
... give , That I may Clymene's proud boast believe ,. • Nor longer under false reproaches grieve . ' * Mrs. Barbauld's Evenings at Home . + Addison's Works , Vol . I. " The tender Sire was touch'd with what he said 200 ON PARODY .
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Adversity alludes ancient appear armour Bard beautiful blush breast breathe caduceus called charms chil clouds colours creature crested crown despair Doctor Johnson dress earth Edgeworth Edward Enfield's Speaker ETON COLLEGE expression fair Fancy fate feel fire fury Gales give glory Goddess Gorgon grace head heaven Hesiod Homer house of York imagination imitation invention Johnson Jove judgement lance Latin lines lyre MARIA EDGEWORTH means merates Milton mind morn Muses nymphs o'er OVID pain Pandora Paradise Paradise Lost Parnel parody passage passion persons pleasing pleasure Plinlimmon poem poet poetical poetry praise Prometheus pupils purple quaternion queen rapture reign RICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH rise rock Ross round sense sentence shew sire smiles solemn song soul sound species stars sublime supposed sweet taste thee thing thou tion vale Venus verse Virtue wandering fires wave weave winding wings word young readers youth
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Страница 29 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Страница 121 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Страница 24 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Страница 117 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Страница 27 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Страница 113 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Страница 32 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
Страница 103 - And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness called up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Страница 152 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Страница 186 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.