The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... wind around the sylvan cot , The cot , with ivy curtains hung . Soft setting Sun - beams gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd the bloomy cell ! Tho ' gilded by so ...
... wind around the sylvan cot , The cot , with ivy curtains hung . Soft setting Sun - beams gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd the bloomy cell ! Tho ' gilded by so ...
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... winds no longer bend the spray , The moist , and early vanish'd Sun , That shrinks from April's wayward Day . Now in that little hall's dear grate No social embers glow the while , To us so kindly to disclose The mutual glance , the ...
... winds no longer bend the spray , The moist , and early vanish'd Sun , That shrinks from April's wayward Day . Now in that little hall's dear grate No social embers glow the while , To us so kindly to disclose The mutual glance , the ...
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... winds of November swept over the wold , And stripp'd the dry leaves from the grove ; When Mabel , regardless of danger , or cold , Softly stole from her cot , when the Curfew - bell toll'd ; Mutual vows to exchange with her love . From ...
... winds of November swept over the wold , And stripp'd the dry leaves from the grove ; When Mabel , regardless of danger , or cold , Softly stole from her cot , when the Curfew - bell toll'd ; Mutual vows to exchange with her love . From ...
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... winds the seas deform , O'er shaking hills I urge my car To rule the elemental war . Proud Nature owns my potent sway , And trembling bows before my throne , While round her form the lightnings play , I mock the feeble sufferer's groan ...
... winds the seas deform , O'er shaking hills I urge my car To rule the elemental war . Proud Nature owns my potent sway , And trembling bows before my throne , While round her form the lightnings play , I mock the feeble sufferer's groan ...
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... winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While Frenzy fires her straining eye , Her piercing accents rend the sky ; As wild she tears her silvered hair , That falls upon her bosom bare ; Now ...
... winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While Frenzy fires her straining eye , Her piercing accents rend the sky ; As wild she tears her silvered hair , That falls upon her bosom bare ; Now ...
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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!