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... much upon that which requires so great an exercise of the imagination as good
metaphorical poetry necessarily does . ” “ I think , papa , that beauty consists in
truth , " said " little Rosina , who was a year or two younger than her sister Clara .
... much upon that which requires so great an exercise of the imagination as good
metaphorical poetry necessarily does . ” “ I think , papa , that beauty consists in
truth , " said " little Rosina , who was a year or two younger than her sister Clara .
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Ah , ” said the little arch Rosina , “ how could you help understanding what every
body , who has common sense , must understand ? How could you help admiring
what every little girl must admire ? Now , try her somewhere else , papa , in ...
Ah , ” said the little arch Rosina , “ how could you help understanding what every
body , who has common sense , must understand ? How could you help admiring
what every little girl must admire ? Now , try her somewhere else , papa , in ...
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you are willing to acknowledge with Rosina that le vrai est le seul beau , I shall
not object to your turning your attention to it . . “ In the first place , can you tell me
what is poetry ? - Try to define it . ” . Clara looked thoughtful . . “ I did not expect so
...
you are willing to acknowledge with Rosina that le vrai est le seul beau , I shall
not object to your turning your attention to it . . “ In the first place , can you tell me
what is poetry ? - Try to define it . ” . Clara looked thoughtful . . “ I did not expect so
...
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inquired the little Rosina , as she seated herself , for the sake of secu = rity , on a
bench by the side of her father . “ Yes , my dear ; we are moving at the rate of
twelve miles an hour , " said Mr . C . . . : Rosina still looked incredulous . “ I
expected ...
inquired the little Rosina , as she seated herself , for the sake of secu = rity , on a
bench by the side of her father . “ Yes , my dear ; we are moving at the rate of
twelve miles an hour , " said Mr . C . . . : Rosina still looked incredulous . “ I
expected ...
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exclaimed Rosina , without allowing her father time to answer Clara ' s question .
“ Impossible that verse can ever be made the means of conveying such a dry
thing as instruction ! Whether it can or not , however , I would rather derive my ...
exclaimed Rosina , without allowing her father time to answer Clara ' s question .
“ Impossible that verse can ever be made the means of conveying such a dry
thing as instruction ! Whether it can or not , however , I would rather derive my ...
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Page 34 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 33 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 95 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
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Page 34 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no...
Page 92 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Page 124 - Thus, near the gates conferring as they drew, Argus, the dog, his ancient master knew: He not unconscious of the voice and tread, Lifts to the sound his ear, and rears his head; Bred by Ulysses, nourish'd at his board, But, ah!
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| Title | Conversations on Poetry:: Intended for the Amusement and Instruction of Children Volume 7, Issue 207 of Opie collection of children's literature |
| Author | Author of the Buxton diamonds |
| Contributors | William Darton, George Smallfield |
| Publisher | William Darton, 1824 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 29 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 144 pages |
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