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Subjects and selections for Latin and Greek composition, by W. Dobson
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1845
Side 10 - At the same, time that I think discretion the most useful talent a man can be master of, I look upon cunning to be the accomplishment of little, mean, ungenerous minds. Discretion points out the noblest ends to us, and pursues the most proper and laudable methods of attaining them : cunning has only private selfish aims, and sticks at nothing which may make them succeed.
Side 36 - Beauteous AMINTA is as early Light, Breaking the melancholy Shades of Night. When She is near, all anxious Trouble flies; And our reviving Hearts confess her Eyes. Young Love, and blooming Joy. and gay Desires, In ev'ry Breast the beauteous Nymph inspires: And on the Plain when She no more appears ; The Plain a dark and gloomy Prospeft wears.
Side 11 - Discretion has large and extended views, and, like a well-formed eye, commands a whole horizon : cunning is a kind of short-sightedness, that discovers the minutest objects which are near at hand, but is not able to discern things at a distance. Discretion the more it is discovered, gives a greater authority to the person who possesses it : cunning, when it is once detected, loses its force, and makes a man incapable of bringing about even those events which he might have done had he passed only...
Side 11 - ... that only looks out after our immediate interest and welfare; Discretion is only found in men of strong sense and good understandings: cunning is often to be met with in brutes themselves; and in persons who are but the fewest removes from them. In short, cunning is only the mimic of discretion; and it may pass upon weak men, in the same manner as vivacity is often mistaken for wit, and gravity, for wisdom.
Side 13 - Tis certain you may show the wound. How can I see you, and not love; While you as op'ning east are fair? While cold as northern blasts you prove; How can I love, and not despair? The wretch in double fetters bound Your potent mercy may release: Soon, if my love but once were crown'd, Fair prophetess, my grief would cease.
Side 30 - Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er To death's benumbing opium as my only cure ; Thence faintings, swoonings of despair, And sense of Heaven's desertion.
Side 32 - Pompey, which gives us a good Taste of the pleasant Manner the Men of Wit and Philosophy had in old Times, of alleviating the Distresses of Life by the Force of Reason and Philosophy. Pompey, when he came to Rhodes, had a Curiosity to visit the famous Philosopher Possidonius; but finding him in his sick Bed, he bewailed the Misfortune that he should not hear a Discourse from him : But you may, answered Possidonius ; and immediately entered into the Point of Stoical Philosophy, which says Pain is...
Side 43 - See how sublime th' uplifted mountains rise, And with their pointed heads invade the skies. How the high cliffs their craggy arms extend, Distinguish'd states and sever'd realms defend ; How ambient shores confine the restless deep, And in their ancient bounds the billows keep ; The hollow vales their smiling pride unfold ; What rich abundance do their bosoms hold ? Regard their lovely verdure...
Side 10 - Shaded with laurels, in his native land, Till Anna calls him from his soft retreat, And gives her second thunder to his hand : Then leaving sweet repose and gentle ease...