Sequel to the English Reader, Or Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...Lincoln & Edmands. Sold at their Bible warehouse, and theological and miscellaneous bookstore, no. 53 Cornhill, 1816 - 286 страници |
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... Night described , 4. Grongar Hill , · 5. Defcription of a parish poor - house , 6. A fummer evening's meditation , 7. Cheerfulness , 8. Providence , 9. The last day , CHAPTER IV . PATHETIC PIECES . Page 178 179 181 ib . 185 186 189 190 ...
... Night described , 4. Grongar Hill , · 5. Defcription of a parish poor - house , 6. A fummer evening's meditation , 7. Cheerfulness , 8. Providence , 9. The last day , CHAPTER IV . PATHETIC PIECES . Page 178 179 181 ib . 185 186 189 190 ...
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... night , inftead of lofing my- felf in that sweet and refreshing fleep , from which I used to rife with new health , cheerfulness , and vigour , I dreamed of fplendid habits and a numerous retinue , of gardens , palaces , feafting , and ...
... night , inftead of lofing my- felf in that sweet and refreshing fleep , from which I used to rife with new health , cheerfulness , and vigour , I dreamed of fplendid habits and a numerous retinue , of gardens , palaces , feafting , and ...
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... night is not known ; who fighs in perpetual darkness , and whose life is one mournful alterna- tive of infenfibility and labour ? If thofe are not happy who poffefs in proportion as thofe are wretched who be- ftow , how vain a dream is ...
... night is not known ; who fighs in perpetual darkness , and whose life is one mournful alterna- tive of infenfibility and labour ? If thofe are not happy who poffefs in proportion as thofe are wretched who be- ftow , how vain a dream is ...
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... night raven uttered his dreadful note ; and the prospect was filled with defolation and horror . In the midst of this tremendous fcene , my execrable guide addressed me in the following manner : " Retire with me , O rash , unthinking ...
... night raven uttered his dreadful note ; and the prospect was filled with defolation and horror . In the midst of this tremendous fcene , my execrable guide addressed me in the following manner : " Retire with me , O rash , unthinking ...
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... night and day are confounded ; gaming fills up their vacant intervals ; they live wholly in public places ; they run into many degrees of excefs , difagreeable even to themfelves merely from weak complaifance , and the fear of being ...
... night and day are confounded ; gaming fills up their vacant intervals ; they live wholly in public places ; they run into many degrees of excefs , difagreeable even to themfelves merely from weak complaifance , and the fear of being ...
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againſt alfo ASPASIO becauſe behold beſt bleffings bufy cheerfulneſs chriftian confider Coriolanus courfe defire diſcovered divine earth exiſtence eyes fafe faid fame fays fcene fecret feemed felf fenfe fentiments feveral fhade fhall fhould fide filent firſt fituation fleep fmile fociety fome fometimes foon forrow foul fpirit ftate ftill ftrength fubject fuccefs fuch fuffered fuperior fupport Grongar Hill Habit happineſs happy heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe human increaſe inftruction itſelf labour laft laſt leaſt lefs loft look Lord MARCUS AURELIUS mifery mind moft moſt mountain muft muſt myſelf nature nefs o'er obferved occafion paffed paffions perfons philofopher pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poffeffed praiſe prefent profpect purpoſe raiſed Reafon refignation reft religion rife Scythia Seged SERVIUS TULLIUS ſhall ſhe ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand univerfal uſeful Veturia virtue whofe wifdom Xerxes youth
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Страница 207 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
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Страница 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 205 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
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Страница 204 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Страница 206 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Страница 199 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 208 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same.
Страница 199 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.