The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the value of their support . Unavoidable circumstances have delayed the pub . lication of this ...
... Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the value of their support . Unavoidable circumstances have delayed the pub . lication of this ...
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... Muse on this distinguish'd night , The Muse our Sovereign will not fail , Our proudest homage to requite . Be ours my then to shew Due honours at her patron shrine , My richest ripest flask be thine , Then let the warm libation flow To ...
... Muse on this distinguish'd night , The Muse our Sovereign will not fail , Our proudest homage to requite . Be ours my then to shew Due honours at her patron shrine , My richest ripest flask be thine , Then let the warm libation flow To ...
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... Muse shall find , For crimes and follies of mankind . Thy praises , Age , command my voice ; And let the theme reward my choice . Repress the fiery pride of Youth , Impart the love of moral truth : Without regret , I can resign The ...
... Muse shall find , For crimes and follies of mankind . Thy praises , Age , command my voice ; And let the theme reward my choice . Repress the fiery pride of Youth , Impart the love of moral truth : Without regret , I can resign The ...
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... Muse , and strike the raptur'd lyre , ' Midst yonder group of festive youth , Nor wear thou Fiction's gay attire , But the white robe of modest Truth . Among the fair , who shall thy strain attend , Thou shalt discriminate a polish'd ...
... Muse , and strike the raptur'd lyre , ' Midst yonder group of festive youth , Nor wear thou Fiction's gay attire , But the white robe of modest Truth . Among the fair , who shall thy strain attend , Thou shalt discriminate a polish'd ...
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... muse on scenes of bliss for ever gone ; And o'er the ashes of the dead shall mourn , While deep and low congenial tempests moan . When hopeless woe corrodes the aching breast , More dear the wailings of the wintry storm , When sinks the ...
... muse on scenes of bliss for ever gone ; And o'er the ashes of the dead shall mourn , While deep and low congenial tempests moan . When hopeless woe corrodes the aching breast , More dear the wailings of the wintry storm , When sinks the ...
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Сторінка 232 - 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.
Сторінка 191 - 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 308 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Сторінка 306 - HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC ! The 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...
Сторінка 231 - 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 244 - How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
Сторінка 308 - 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 307 - O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Сторінка 307 - 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 308 - Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou too, hoar Mount!