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 Reading |
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... fmiles , while his heart throbs within from apprehenfions of fecret treachery . Hence fretfulness and ill humor , difgust at the world , and all the painful fenfations of an irritated and imbit- tered mind . So numerous and great are ...
... fmiles , while his heart throbs within from apprehenfions of fecret treachery . Hence fretfulness and ill humor , difgust at the world , and all the painful fenfations of an irritated and imbit- tered mind . So numerous and great are ...
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... fmiles fecure , As in the blaze of day . Resignation . And O ! by error's force fubdued , Since oft my ftubborn will Prepoft'rous fhuns the latent good , And grafps the fpecious ill . Not to my wish , but to my want , Do thou thy gifts ...
... fmiles fecure , As in the blaze of day . Resignation . And O ! by error's force fubdued , Since oft my ftubborn will Prepoft'rous fhuns the latent good , And grafps the fpecious ill . Not to my wish , but to my want , Do thou thy gifts ...
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... fmiles of nature , and the charms of art , While proud oppreffion in her valleys reigns , And tyranny ufurps her happy plains ? The poor inhabitant beholds in vain The red'ning orange , and the fwelling grain ; Joylefs he fees the ...
... fmiles of nature , and the charms of art , While proud oppreffion in her valleys reigns , And tyranny ufurps her happy plains ? The poor inhabitant beholds in vain The red'ning orange , and the fwelling grain ; Joylefs he fees the ...
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... fmiles and rofes are blending , And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb . " BEATTIK . SECTION II . The Beggar's Petition . PITY the forrows of a poor old man , Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door ; Whose days are dwindled ...
... fmiles and rofes are blending , And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb . " BEATTIK . SECTION II . The Beggar's Petition . PITY the forrows of a poor old man , Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door ; Whose days are dwindled ...
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... fmiles to meet :: Inur'd to toil and bitter bread , He bow'd his meek fubmitted head , And kifs'd the fainted feet . But thou nymph retir'd and coy ! : In what brown hamlet doft thou joy To tell thy tender tale ; The lowlieft children ...
... fmiles to meet :: Inur'd to toil and bitter bread , He bow'd his meek fubmitted head , And kifs'd the fainted feet . But thou nymph retir'd and coy ! : In what brown hamlet doft thou joy To tell thy tender tale ; The lowlieft children ...
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againſt alfo Antiparos Archbishop of Cambray arife becauſe BLAIR bleffing Caius Verres confider courfe death defigns defire emphafis ev'ry eyes fafe faid fame father fatisfaction fcene feemed fenfe fentence fentiments feveral fhade fhall fhining fhort fhould fhow firft firſt fituation fkies fmiles fome fometimes foon forrow foul fource fpirit fpring friendſhip ftand ftate ftill fubject fuch fuffer fufficient fuperior happineſs happy Hazael heart heaven higheſt himſelf honour human intereft itſelf juft Jugurtha juſt laft lefs Lord mankind meaſure mifery mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature neceffary Numidia o'er obferve occafions ourſelves paffed paffions paufe pauſe perfons philofopher pleafing pleaſure poffeffion poffefs pow'r praiſe prefent proper purpoſe Pythias raiſed reafon refpect reft render rife SECTION ſhall ſtate temper thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou tion underſtanding uſe virtue voice whofe wife wiſdom
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Page 179 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; * if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles, fall.
Page 203 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 204 - Know, nature's children all divide her care ; The fur that warms a monarch, warm'da bear. While man exclaims, " See all things for my use ! "
Page 176 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.
Page 203 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Page 191 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 140 - Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, And drink thy wine with a merry heart ; For God now accepteth thy works.
Page 210 - What conscience dictates to be done. Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heaven pursue.
Page 22 - He did not, however, forget whither he was travelling, but found a narrow way bordered with flowers, which appeared to have the same direction with the main road, and was pleased that, by this happy experiment, he had found means to unite pleasure with business, and to gain the rewards of diligence without suffering its fatigues.
Page 206 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...