The polite reasoner: in letters [by M. Weightman].

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Seite 18 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Seite 19 - The thrush And wood-lark, o'er the kind-contending throng Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes ; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought . Elate, to make her night excel their day.
Seite 28 - The fig and date, why love they to remain In middle station, and an even plain, While in the lower...
Seite 19 - Of new-sprung leaves, their modulations mix Mellifluous. The jay, the rook, the daw, And each harsh pipe, discordant heard alone, Aid the full concert: while the stock-dove breathes A melancholy murmur through the whole.
Seite 16 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
Seite 59 - He laugheth in sorrow ; he weepeth in joy ; and the words of his mouth have no interpretation. He worketh in 'the dark as a mole, and fancieth he is safe ; but he blundereth into light and is exposed to full view, with his dirt on his head.
Seite 95 - What a pretty cottage for a poor family it would build!" was her answer. This charitable hint met his cordial approbation, and the money was laid out accordingly. Horace, a celebrated Roman poet, relates, that a countryman, who wanted to pass a river, stood loitering on the banks of it, in the foolish expectation, that a current so rapid would
Seite 100 - He has furnished you with such powers of body and mind, as give you dominion over the fishes of the sea, the fowls of the air, and the beasts of the field. He has invited you to hold communion with him, and to exalt your own nature, by the love and imitation of his divine perfections.
Seite 49 - To us invifible, or dimly feen In thefe thy loweft works ; yet thefe declare Thy goodnefs beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 60 - He laugheth in sorrow, he weepeth in joy; and the words of his mouth have no interpretation. He worketh in the dark as a mole, and fancieth he is safe; but he blundereth into light, and is betrayed and exposed, with his dirt on his head.

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