Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - 212 sider |
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Side 27
... thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . " This beautiful stanza does not re- quire to be altered D 2 ETON COLLEGE . 27 Murmuring labours.-Boys in getting ...
... thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . " This beautiful stanza does not re- quire to be altered D 2 ETON COLLEGE . 27 Murmuring labours.-Boys in getting ...
Side 47
... night some virgin comes , With throbbing breast and faded cheek Her promised bridegroom s urn to seek . Or to some Abbey s mould'ring towers , Where to avoid cold winter's showers , The naked beggar shivering lies , While whirling ...
... night some virgin comes , With throbbing breast and faded cheek Her promised bridegroom s urn to seek . Or to some Abbey s mould'ring towers , Where to avoid cold winter's showers , The naked beggar shivering lies , While whirling ...
Side 48
... night under a building which she fears the storm will blow down upon her sleeping children . " Now let me louder strike the lyre , For my heart glows with martial fire : I feel , I feel with sudden heat My big tumultuous bosom beat ...
... night under a building which she fears the storm will blow down upon her sleeping children . " Now let me louder strike the lyre , For my heart glows with martial fire : I feel , I feel with sudden heat My big tumultuous bosom beat ...
Side 100
... night— but what we do not see far exceeds in extent and prodigious contrivance that which is immediately exposed to our senses . All that we learn and can comprehend by our skill in astronomy , chemistry , natural philosophy , and by ...
... night— but what we do not see far exceeds in extent and prodigious contrivance that which is immediately exposed to our senses . All that we learn and can comprehend by our skill in astronomy , chemistry , natural philosophy , and by ...
Side 101
... night , Circle his throne rejoicing - Ye in heaven , On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first , him last , him midst and without end . " Speak ye , who best can tell , ye sons K 3 ADAM'S MORNING HYMN . 101 so beautiful and so ...
... night , Circle his throne rejoicing - Ye in heaven , On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first , him last , him midst and without end . " Speak ye , who best can tell , ye sons K 3 ADAM'S MORNING HYMN . 101 so beautiful and so ...
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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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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 186 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.