The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Beauty seek the grave ; Who this unmov'd can hear and see ? - Then , hast thou terrors , Age , for me . Yet , Age can boast peculiar charms , When , sinking in our childrens ' arms , By thousand fond attentions sooth'd , We find the ...
... Beauty seek the grave ; Who this unmov'd can hear and see ? - Then , hast thou terrors , Age , for me . Yet , Age can boast peculiar charms , When , sinking in our childrens ' arms , By thousand fond attentions sooth'd , We find the ...
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... beauty of his mind matur'd , By taste embellish'd , and to toil inur'd , Expanded by Religion's sacred rays , Enrich'd by classic lore of ancient days , His bosom girt with Truth's celestial zone , His youthful lips her pure and living ...
... beauty of his mind matur'd , By taste embellish'd , and to toil inur'd , Expanded by Religion's sacred rays , Enrich'd by classic lore of ancient days , His bosom girt with Truth's celestial zone , His youthful lips her pure and living ...
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... beauty's force . Thou goest o'er the lonely deep To waste thy splendour on the tide , Where only sea - born monsters sweep , Unheeding of thy beamy pride ; Or on some woody mountain's head , Canadian wilds shall drink thy ray ; Where ...
... beauty's force . Thou goest o'er the lonely deep To waste thy splendour on the tide , Where only sea - born monsters sweep , Unheeding of thy beamy pride ; Or on some woody mountain's head , Canadian wilds shall drink thy ray ; Where ...
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... beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines . And tho ' with thee secure I range Across the blue star - sprinkled plain , ' Tis beauty bids me wish to change , And lures me back to earth again ...
... beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines . And tho ' with thee secure I range Across the blue star - sprinkled plain , ' Tis beauty bids me wish to change , And lures me back to earth again ...
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... beauty or her youth to you ? Yet were you seen disporting at her side , Like a brisk lover with his new made bride ; Sometimes her voyage anxiously to cheer You stood at helm , and whistled in her ear ; Now to the main - top - gallant ...
... beauty or her youth to you ? Yet were you seen disporting at her side , Like a brisk lover with his new made bride ; Sometimes her voyage anxiously to cheer You stood at helm , and whistled in her ear ; Now to the main - top - gallant ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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!