The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... fire the gale . Here then , in silence , thro ' the summer's day , Glide , bright with hope , enamour'd hours away . 2 . For now , my love - devoted Soul , at rest , Hails all the lonely graces of the scene ; Hails them , in soft ...
... fire the gale . Here then , in silence , thro ' the summer's day , Glide , bright with hope , enamour'd hours away . 2 . For now , my love - devoted Soul , at rest , Hails all the lonely graces of the scene ; Hails them , in soft ...
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... fire , that now before us springs , But a mild pole - star to the dear Retreat , Where Peace , and Competence our steps shall meet . 6 . On thee to gaze thro ' all the Summer's day ! Hear thy sweet accents cheer the Winter's Eve ! Thro ...
... fire , that now before us springs , But a mild pole - star to the dear Retreat , Where Peace , and Competence our steps shall meet . 6 . On thee to gaze thro ' all the Summer's day ! Hear thy sweet accents cheer the Winter's Eve ! Thro ...
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... fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper that Mabel for Alleyn shall live ; " For Mabel with Hubert shall die ! " With a ring I've espoused thee ; -look round and " behold " The bride - bed ...
... fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper that Mabel for Alleyn shall live ; " For Mabel with Hubert shall die ! " With a ring I've espoused thee ; -look round and " behold " The bride - bed ...
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... fires her straining eye , Her piercing accents rend the sky ; As wild she tears her silvered hair , That falls upon her bosom bare ; Now Death smiles dimly on his prey , As the lost maniac to her breast Clasps the beloved insensate clay ...
... fires her straining eye , Her piercing accents rend the sky ; As wild she tears her silvered hair , That falls upon her bosom bare ; Now Death smiles dimly on his prey , As the lost maniac to her breast Clasps the beloved insensate clay ...
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... fires , * But Commerce quench'd the rising flame . * The author does not mean to depreciate the value of commerce , of whose importance to the national prosperity , when confined within its proper channel , he is fully sensible . His ...
... fires , * But Commerce quench'd the rising flame . * The author does not mean to depreciate the value of commerce , of whose importance to the national prosperity , when confined within its proper channel , he is fully sensible . His ...
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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!