Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Band 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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... vain , in vain , alas ! feduc'd by ill , And atled wildly by the force of will ! I tell my foul , it will be conftant May , And charm a feafon never made to stay ; My beauteous arbour will not stand a storm , The world but promifes ...
... vain , in vain , alas ! feduc'd by ill , And atled wildly by the force of will ! I tell my foul , it will be conftant May , And charm a feafon never made to stay ; My beauteous arbour will not stand a storm , The world but promifes ...
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... vain . The tap'ring pyramid , th ' Egyptian's pride , And wonder of the world ! whole fpiky top Has wounded the thick cloud , and long outliv'd The angry thaking of the winter's storm ; Yet fpent at laft by th ' injuries of heav'n ...
... vain . The tap'ring pyramid , th ' Egyptian's pride , And wonder of the world ! whole fpiky top Has wounded the thick cloud , and long outliv'd The angry thaking of the winter's storm ; Yet fpent at laft by th ' injuries of heav'n ...
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... vain , but what they feek they find ) : Wife is her prefent ; fhe connects in this His greatest Virtue with his greatest Blifs ; At once his own bright profpect to be bleft , And ftrongest motive to affift the reft . [ Senfe , Self ...
... vain , but what they feek they find ) : Wife is her prefent ; fhe connects in this His greatest Virtue with his greatest Blifs ; At once his own bright profpect to be bleft , And ftrongest motive to affift the reft . [ Senfe , Self ...
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... Vain the poor providence of human art , And mortal strength how vain ! while underneath Triumphs his nining vengeance in th ' uproar Of flatter'd towers , riven rocks , and nountains , | With clamour inconceivable uptorn , And hurl'd ...
... Vain the poor providence of human art , And mortal strength how vain ! while underneath Triumphs his nining vengeance in th ' uproar Of flatter'd towers , riven rocks , and nountains , | With clamour inconceivable uptorn , And hurl'd ...
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... vain to cavil at the ways of fate . To afk why profp'rous vice fo oft fucceeds , Why fuffers innocence , or virtue bleeds ! Why monfiers , nature muft with bluthes own , By crimes grow pow'rful , and difgrace a throne ! Why faints and ...
... vain to cavil at the ways of fate . To afk why profp'rous vice fo oft fucceeds , Why fuffers innocence , or virtue bleeds ! Why monfiers , nature muft with bluthes own , By crimes grow pow'rful , and difgrace a throne ! Why faints and ...
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Seite 22 - 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.
Seite 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Seite 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Seite 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Seite 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Seite 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Seite 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Seite 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Seite 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.