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A collection...for the benefit of English schools [T128313]

DMI number:
576
Publication Date:
1761
ESTC number:
T128313
EEBO/ECCO link:
CW124756323
Shelfmark:
BL 12270.b.9
Full Title:
A | [red]COLLECTION[/red] | FROM THE | SPECTATOR, TATLER, GUARDIAN, [i]Mr[/i] POPE, | [i]Mr[/i] DRYDEN, [i]from Mr[/i] ROLLIN'[i]s Method of | Teaching and Studying the[/i] BELLES LETTRES, | [i]and his[/i] UNIVERSAL HISTORY. | For the BENEFIT of | [red]English Schools.[/red] | [rule] | [ornament] | [double rule] | NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE: | Printed for [red]JOHN WARDEN[/red] Teacher of [i]English.[/i] | [short rule] | MDCCLXI.
Place of Publication:
Newcastle upon Tyne
Format:
Duodecimo
Pagination:
[2], 1-318. (p.227 mispaginated '127')
Bibliographic details:
BIBLIOGRAPHICAL DETAILS: Title page in red and black.
Comments:
CONTENTS: Predominently contains essays taken from the Spectator, Tatler, etc. Some of these contain verse extracts: only those extracts in English, and which are 4 lines or longer, have been recorded here. MISCELLANY GENRE: educational collection, predominently containing prose.
Related People
Editor:
John Warden
Confidence:
Absolute (100%)
Comments:
Content/Publication
First Line:
Choose for thy command
Page No:
p.4
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Mr. Dryden hints at this obsolete Kind of Wit in one of the following Verses in his Mac Flecno
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
He raged and kept as heavy a coil as
Page No:
pp.9-10
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Hudibras [in prose].
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
Others apart sat on a hill retired
Page No:
pp.79-80
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Milton
Attributed To:
John Milton
First Line:
The spacious firmament on high
Page No:
pp.108-109
Poem Title:
[No title]
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
When rising from the bed of death
Page No:
p.150
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
Along their face
Page No:
p.294
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
To close the pomp Aethon the steed of state
Page No:
p.294
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Dr.
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
Black choler filled his breast that boiled with ire
Page No:
p.295
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
He spoke and awful bends his sable brows
Page No:
p.295
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Hector this heard returned without delay
Page No:
pp.295-296
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
The illustrious prince of Troy
Page No:
pp.296-297
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Yet while my Hector still survives I see
Page No:
p.296
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
Far as a shepherd from some point on high
Page No:
p.297
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
As when some peasant in a bushy brake
Page No:
p.298
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Dr.
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
Him approaching near
Page No:
p.298
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Him Menelaus loved of Mars espies
Page No:
p.298
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
The wanton courser thus with reins unbound
Page No:
pp.298-299
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Then as a hungry lion who beholds
Page No:
p.298
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Dr.
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
And as when heavy sleep has closed the sight
Page No:
p.299
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Dr.
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
As men in slumbers seem with speedy pace
Page No:
p.299
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Freed from his keepers thus with broken reins
Page No:
p.299
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Dr.
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
As full blown poppies overcharged with rain
Page No:
p.300
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
As the bold bird her helpless young attends
Page No:
p.300
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Hence let us go why waste we time in vain
Page No:
pp.300-301
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Ah think thou favoured of the powers divine
Page No:
pp.301-302
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Sad tidings son of Peleus thou must hear
Page No:
p.301
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
Aurora now fair daughter of the dawn
Page No:
pp.302-303
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
I joy to mingle where the battle bleeds
Page No:
pp.303-304
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Man is born to bear
Page No:
p.303
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
I know thy force to mine superior far
Page No:
p.304
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Now be thy rage thy fatal rage resigned
Page No:
pp.304-305
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Strife and debate thy restless soul employ
Page No:
p.304
Poem Title:
[no title]
Attribution:
Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
Awake my Laelius leave all meaner things
Page No:
p.305-313
Poem Title:
An Essay on Man.
Attribution:
By Mr. Pope
Attributed To:
Alexander Pope
First Line:
O happy if he knew his happy state
Page No:
pp.313-317
Poem Title:
A Panegyrick on a Country-Life.
Attribution:
By Mr. Dryden
Attributed To:
John Dryden
First Line:
It must be so Plato thou reasonst well
Page No:
pp.317-318
Poem Title:
Cato solus, sitting in a thoughtful Posture: In his Hand Plato's Book on the Immortality of the Soul. A drawn Sword on the Table by him.
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed
First Line:
Come on sir | Here's the place stand still how fearful
Page No:
p.318
Poem Title:
A Speech of Edgar's in King Lear.
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed