Beispielsammlung zur Theorie und Literatur der schönen Wissenschaften, 1. köide

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F. Nicolai, 1788 - 460 pages


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Page 80 - * Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More f'kill'd, to raife the wretched, than to rife. His houfe was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but reliev'd their pain, The long-remember'd beggar was his gueft, Whofe beard
Page 80 - how fields were won. Pleas'd with his guefts, the good man] learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe : Carelefs their merits or their faults to fcan, His pity gave, • ere charity began. , Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And
Page 414 - Demanding life, impatient for the fkies! See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate kings, And heap'd with produces of
Page 81 - His ready fmile a parent's warmth expreft, Their welfare pleas'd him, and their cares diftreft: To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his ferions thoughts had reft in heaven. As fome tall 'cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the ftorm, Tho' round its breaft the rolling clouds are fpread, Eternal funfhine fettles on its head.
Page 79 - difclofe, The village - preacher's modeft manfion rofe. A man he was, to all the country dear, And paffing rich with forty pounds a year: Remote from towns, he ran his
Page 80 - beggar was his gueft, Whofe beard defcending fwept his aged breaft : The ruin'd fpend-thrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd: The broken foldier, kindly bade to (lay, Sate by his fire, and
Page 414 - portals wide difplay, And break upon thee in a flood of day. No more the rifing fun fhall gild the morn Nor evening Cynthia fill her filver horn; But loft, diflblv'd in thy fuperior rays,
Page 419 - They have nothing to do but to ftray, I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair — and my paflion begun ; She fmil'd — and I could not but love; She is faithlefs — and I am undone. Perhaps I was void of
Page 157 - His tafk perform'd, he fadly went his way, Fell on his bed, and loath'd the light of day. There let him lie, till his relenting dame Weep in her turn, and wafte in equal flame. The weary fun, as learned poets write, Forfook th' horizon, and roll'd down the light, While glitt'ring
Page 153 - Her eafy motion, her attractive air^ Her fweet behaviour, her enchanting face, Her moving foftnefs, and majeftic grace. Much in his prudence did our Knight rejoice, And thought, no mortal could difpute his choice. Once- more in hafte he fummon'd ev'ry friend, And told them, all their pains were at an end

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