Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 sider |
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Side xv
... Thou- fands of utilities owe their birth to ART ; thousands of elegancies , plea- fures and joys , without which ex- istence itself would be but an infipid poffeffion , flow from the fame fource . ( 12 WIDE and extenfive is the reach of ...
... Thou- fands of utilities owe their birth to ART ; thousands of elegancies , plea- fures and joys , without which ex- istence itself would be but an infipid poffeffion , flow from the fame fource . ( 12 WIDE and extenfive is the reach of ...
Side xx
... thou more truly mind itself ? ' Tis mind thou art , most perfect mind , not rude , untaught , but fair and polished ; in fuch thou dwelleft , of fuch thou art the form ; nor is it thing more poffible to separate thee from fuch , than it ...
... thou more truly mind itself ? ' Tis mind thou art , most perfect mind , not rude , untaught , but fair and polished ; in fuch thou dwelleft , of fuch thou art the form ; nor is it thing more poffible to separate thee from fuch , than it ...
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... thou their flave . Regard the world with cautious eye , Nor raise your expectation high . See that the balanc'd fcales be fuch , You neither fear , nor hope too much . For difappointment's not the thing ; " Tis pride and paffion point ...
... thou their flave . Regard the world with cautious eye , Nor raise your expectation high . See that the balanc'd fcales be fuch , You neither fear , nor hope too much . For difappointment's not the thing ; " Tis pride and paffion point ...
Side 17
... thou , that Heav'n's unkind . God is alike , both good , and wife , In what he grants , and what denies : Perhaps , what goodness gives to - day , To - morrow goodness takes away . You You fay , that troubles intervene , That forrow ...
... thou , that Heav'n's unkind . God is alike , both good , and wife , In what he grants , and what denies : Perhaps , what goodness gives to - day , To - morrow goodness takes away . You You fay , that troubles intervene , That forrow ...
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... Thou haft not yet outstrip'd the child Thou , who haft twenty winters feen , ( I hardly think thee past fifteen ) To ask if HAPPINESS can dwell With every dirty imp of hell ! ; Go to the school - boy , he fhall preach , What twenty ...
... Thou haft not yet outstrip'd the child Thou , who haft twenty winters feen , ( I hardly think thee past fifteen ) To ask if HAPPINESS can dwell With every dirty imp of hell ! ; Go to the school - boy , he fhall preach , What twenty ...
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Side 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 143 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Side 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Side 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 142 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Side 138 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Side 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Side 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.