The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of my Emillia's hair , That floats in golden threads upon the breeze , Resign for all ambition's Votaries wear , For all they pine to see a Rival seize ? No , thou dear pledge of love and hope ...
... heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of my Emillia's hair , That floats in golden threads upon the breeze , Resign for all ambition's Votaries wear , For all they pine to see a Rival seize ? No , thou dear pledge of love and hope ...
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... heart - blood warm , Some vernal sympathies to cheer Mid many an Autumn - storm . And though poor Life's coëval leaves Hang thinly scatter'd round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some trembler to the ground ; May the firm few ...
... heart - blood warm , Some vernal sympathies to cheer Mid many an Autumn - storm . And though poor Life's coëval leaves Hang thinly scatter'd round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some trembler to the ground ; May the firm few ...
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... heart , For moral truth , ' tis thine , to change The dreams of Youth , that widely range . When youthful sunshine fills the skies , The morning mists of passion rise ; - Unbridled Love , Ambition vain , And hot Revenge , and fell ...
... heart , For moral truth , ' tis thine , to change The dreams of Youth , that widely range . When youthful sunshine fills the skies , The morning mists of passion rise ; - Unbridled Love , Ambition vain , And hot Revenge , and fell ...
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... heart ! Kind Age , all these attend on thee , And , sure , no terrors bring to me . From me while youthful spirits ... hearts elate , and gaily loud ; Nor meet a word , or look severe , To mingle filial love with fear . If such delights ...
... heart ! Kind Age , all these attend on thee , And , sure , no terrors bring to me . From me while youthful spirits ... hearts elate , and gaily loud ; Nor meet a word , or look severe , To mingle filial love with fear . If such delights ...
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... heart forlorn , He pours to thee his lonely strain , And gazes on thy parting horn . He hails thee as a well known friend , A friend of past and better days ; To thee his fond affections tend , His sad heart lightens in thy rays . f But ...
... heart forlorn , He pours to thee his lonely strain , And gazes on thy parting horn . He hails thee as a well known friend , A friend of past and better days ; To thee his fond affections tend , His sad heart lightens in thy rays . f But ...
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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!