Advice in the Pursuits of Literature: Containing Historical, Biographical, and Critical RemarksGeorge H. Evans, 1832 - 296 sider |
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... sweets , for it falls to the lot of but a few to have a Mentor always at hand to point out the medicinal from the poisonous flower . The first rudi- ments of knowledge can hardly be called learning ; they only fit the mind to receive it ...
... sweets , for it falls to the lot of but a few to have a Mentor always at hand to point out the medicinal from the poisonous flower . The first rudi- ments of knowledge can hardly be called learning ; they only fit the mind to receive it ...
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... - pit and halls of legislation , or school - rooms only ; but must find it , like the sweet breeze of the summer's morn , in all our walks , and in all our household do- mains , passing from the library to the toilet ,. 4 83.
... - pit and halls of legislation , or school - rooms only ; but must find it , like the sweet breeze of the summer's morn , in all our walks , and in all our household do- mains , passing from the library to the toilet ,. 4 83.
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... Sweet words , like dropping honey , she did shed , And twixt the pearls and rubies softly brake A silver sound , that heavenly music scem'd to make . Upon her eyelids many graces sate , Under the shadow of her even brows , Working ...
... Sweet words , like dropping honey , she did shed , And twixt the pearls and rubies softly brake A silver sound , that heavenly music scem'd to make . Upon her eyelids many graces sate , Under the shadow of her even brows , Working ...
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... little children when they learn to go , By painful mothers daded to and fro , Are taught by sugar'd numbers to rehearse , . And have their sweet lips season'd with my verse . When heav'n would strive to do the best it can 40.
... little children when they learn to go , By painful mothers daded to and fro , Are taught by sugar'd numbers to rehearse , . And have their sweet lips season'd with my verse . When heav'n would strive to do the best it can 40.
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... sweet fountains of ancient learning ; but he lived at a period when much of this literature had been done into Eng- lish , by learned men . He had devoured all the tales , romances , legends , and novels , that were to be found in ...
... sweet fountains of ancient learning ; but he lived at a period when much of this literature had been done into Eng- lish , by learned men . He had devoured all the tales , romances , legends , and novels , that were to be found in ...
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Side 257 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf. Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design, Moves like a ghost.
Side 254 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Side 69 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Side 53 - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Side 253 - In consecrated earth And on the holy hearth The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint; In urns, and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Side 104 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part, which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. The lifted axe, the agonising wheel, Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel, To men remote from power but rarely known, Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.
Side 64 - I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots. Their port was more than human as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Side 157 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Side 52 - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder.
Side 69 - Music the fiercest grief can. charm, And Fate's severest rage disarm ; Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the sound. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, Th...