The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... wild excess , the vagrant glow . Who can describe the pure delight , When childrens ' children glad the sight ? What transport for our Age is stor❜d , When tender olives grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act ...
... wild excess , the vagrant glow . Who can describe the pure delight , When childrens ' children glad the sight ? What transport for our Age is stor❜d , When tender olives grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act ...
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... wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While ...
... wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While ...
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Hear , ye fierce demons of the air , Preserve yon savage in the wild ; For know your monarch loves to spare The rude north's tempest - beaten child . Where Freedom cheers her western clime , From Andes ' brow that towers sublime , I ...
Hear , ye fierce demons of the air , Preserve yon savage in the wild ; For know your monarch loves to spare The rude north's tempest - beaten child . Where Freedom cheers her western clime , From Andes ' brow that towers sublime , I ...
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... wilds shall drink thy ray ; Where savage tigers prowling tread , And savage men more fierce than they ; Or on the long Atlantic shore , The realm of trade thy view shall greet , Where busy labour plies the oar , And jostles in the ...
... wilds shall drink thy ray ; Where savage tigers prowling tread , And savage men more fierce than they ; Or on the long Atlantic shore , The realm of trade thy view shall greet , Where busy labour plies the oar , And jostles in the ...
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... I did it not till you Became capricious , proud , and peevish too . You either fled me , or but stopp'd to chide , Laugh'd at my tears , and all my threats defied , Yet over Hyacinthus sad you hung , Or wild and D 4 39.
... I did it not till you Became capricious , proud , and peevish too . You either fled me , or but stopp'd to chide , Laugh'd at my tears , and all my threats defied , Yet over Hyacinthus sad you hung , Or wild and D 4 39.
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD Bard beam beauty behold bend beneath blest bosom bowers breast breath bright Britons brow charms cold dark dear death deep dread E'en EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear feel fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glow grace grave hail hand heart Heaven hope hour joys LEFTLY light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse Naiads ne'er Nebaioth night numbers nymph o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride rapture rill rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tempest tender thee thine thou thro throne toil tomb trembling vale verse vex'd Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB virtue wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Сторінка 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 296 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Сторінка 296 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Сторінка 175 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Сторінка 183 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Сторінка 232 - Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Сторінка 295 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!
Сторінка 218 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Сторінка 168 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards...
Сторінка 169 - And as the seer on Pisgah's topmost brow With glistening eye beheld the plain below, With prescient ardour drank the scented gale, And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail, Her eagle eye shall scan the prospect wide. From...