The English Reader, Or Pieces in Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Best Writers. Designed to Assist Young Persons to Read with Propriety and Effect; to Improve Their Language and Sentiments; and to Inculcate Some of the Most Important Principles of Piety and Virtue. With a Few Preliminary Observations on the Principles of Good ReadingDarius Clark, 1821 - 263 pages |
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Page 189
... scours the plain , Flies o'er th ' unbending corn , and skims along the main . * Sensual pleasure . Felling trees in a wood . Loud sounds the axe Chap . 1 . 189 Select Sentences , & c . Verses in which sound corresponds to signification,
... scours the plain , Flies o'er th ' unbending corn , and skims along the main . * Sensual pleasure . Felling trees in a wood . Loud sounds the axe Chap . 1 . 189 Select Sentences , & c . Verses in which sound corresponds to signification,
Page 190
... O'er hills , o'er dales , o'er crags , o'er rocks they go . Motion slow and difficult . A needless Alexandrine ends the song , That , like a wounded snake , drags its slow length along . A rock torn from the brow of a mountain . Still ...
... O'er hills , o'er dales , o'er crags , o'er rocks they go . Motion slow and difficult . A needless Alexandrine ends the song , That , like a wounded snake , drags its slow length along . A rock torn from the brow of a mountain . Still ...
Page 193
... O'er death's dark gulf , and all its horror hides ; Praise , the sweet exhalation of our joy , That joy exalts , and makes it sweeter still ; Pray'r ardent opens heav'n , lets down a stream Of glory , on the consecrated hour Of man in ...
... O'er death's dark gulf , and all its horror hides ; Praise , the sweet exhalation of our joy , That joy exalts , and makes it sweeter still ; Pray'r ardent opens heav'n , lets down a stream Of glory , on the consecrated hour Of man in ...
Page 195
... o'er my temples drew Oblivion's veil . - The wat'ry deep , An object strange and new , Before me rose on the wide shore Observant as I stood , The gathering storms around me roar And heave the boiling flood . Near and more near the ...
... o'er my temples drew Oblivion's veil . - The wat'ry deep , An object strange and new , Before me rose on the wide shore Observant as I stood , The gathering storms around me roar And heave the boiling flood . Near and more near the ...
Page 196
... O'er scenes of future ill ? Let faith suppress each rising fear , Each anxious doubt exclude : Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here , A Maker wise and good ! He to thy ev'ry trial knows Its just restraint to give ; Attentive to behold ...
... O'er scenes of future ill ? Let faith suppress each rising fear , Each anxious doubt exclude : Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here , A Maker wise and good ! He to thy ev'ry trial knows Its just restraint to give ; Attentive to behold ...
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Page 228 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end ! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 255 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Page 240 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 186 - The Epitaph 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.
Page 209 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 197 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Page 228 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's Great Author rise...
Page 247 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Page 256 - Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth ; And, as on earth the grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Page 209 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.