The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... The shelter of these arms again ? O ! yes , while Memory's power remains , Her glowing images shall prove The unsubdu'd , and constant Guards When Force wou'd disunite our love . TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE florets tremble o'er the 6.
... The shelter of these arms again ? O ! yes , while Memory's power remains , Her glowing images shall prove The unsubdu'd , and constant Guards When Force wou'd disunite our love . TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE florets tremble o'er the 6.
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... soft hours of slumber's darkling sway Thy balmy breathings on my cheek perceive ! What full reward for all the woes , that shed Gloom o'er th ' impassioned years , irrevocably fled ! AN IMITATION OF HORACE , BOOK 2. ODE 7 . 8.
... soft hours of slumber's darkling sway Thy balmy breathings on my cheek perceive ! What full reward for all the woes , that shed Gloom o'er th ' impassioned years , irrevocably fled ! AN IMITATION OF HORACE , BOOK 2. ODE 7 . 8.
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... O'er the green sward bespangled with dew , ( While they weep at remembrance of Mabel's sad tale ) Strew bright purple pansies , and primroses pale , With hare - bells and violets blue . And at Midsummer oft ' by the stars silver light ...
... O'er the green sward bespangled with dew , ( While they weep at remembrance of Mabel's sad tale ) Strew bright purple pansies , and primroses pale , With hare - bells and violets blue . And at Midsummer oft ' by the stars silver light ...
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... o'er Lapland's flood , The meteor's vivid flame I urge , Far glittering o'er the icy surge : Lured by its ray the native braves The unknown horrours of the dell , Where scowling night in gelid caves , On darkness throned , delights to ...
... o'er Lapland's flood , The meteor's vivid flame I urge , Far glittering o'er the icy surge : Lured by its ray the native braves The unknown horrours of the dell , Where scowling night in gelid caves , On darkness throned , delights to ...
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... o'er the snowy waste In rapid triumph rides the arrowy blast ; Watch , when the swollen spring o'erleaps its bound And robs their infant roots of fostering mound ; Guard their soft buds from mildew's baleful power , And Jove's red bolt ...
... o'er the snowy waste In rapid triumph rides the arrowy blast ; Watch , when the swollen spring o'erleaps its bound And robs their infant roots of fostering mound ; Guard their soft buds from mildew's baleful power , And Jove's red bolt ...
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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!