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accent acute accent admiration adverb Allowable rhymes Anapaestic ancient Antonomasia beauty called Catachresis character clause comma composition compound sentence connexion derived earth effect English English language exercise expression father feelings figure following sentence frequently genius give grave accent Greek Greek language happiness heart honor idea imagination influence kind labor language Latin Latin language letter literary literature look manner means mind moral Muslin nature Nearly perfect rhymes never nouns object observed Onomatopoeia opinion participles of verbs Periphrase phrases pleasure Pleonasm plurals of nouns poet poetical poetry present preterits and participles principles pronoun proper proposition prose reason remark rule Saxon sense signifies sometimes sound spirit student style syllable tautology tence thing third persons thou thought tion Trochees truth verse virtue words writer written young
Page 94 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 284 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 94 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Page 284 - And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Page 286 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 396 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 95 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Page 396 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work...