The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Side 22
... brow defies the tempest wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her ...
... brow defies the tempest wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her ...
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... brow that towers sublime , I hurl the whelming wreaths of snow To chasmed vales that groan below . Down his dark rocks the vapours glide , That mingling seem a surging deep , While o'er the troubled aërial tide , On sable wings I ...
... brow that towers sublime , I hurl the whelming wreaths of snow To chasmed vales that groan below . Down his dark rocks the vapours glide , That mingling seem a surging deep , While o'er the troubled aërial tide , On sable wings I ...
Side 101
Then bring , oh bring the hallowed bough , And bind it upon Anna's brow ! Oh bid thy gentle spirits fly Along the blue vaults of the sky , To hover o'er Elysian bowers , Where Health immortal rears her flowers , Waving in amaranthine ...
Then bring , oh bring the hallowed bough , And bind it upon Anna's brow ! Oh bid thy gentle spirits fly Along the blue vaults of the sky , To hover o'er Elysian bowers , Where Health immortal rears her flowers , Waving in amaranthine ...
Side 104
... brow ! 2 . And shou'd in vain my feeble arm extend , In vain the meed these faltering lays demand ; Shou'd from my touch the conscious laurel bend , Like coy Mimosa , shrinking from the hand , 3 . Yet thy bright tablet , with unfading ...
... brow ! 2 . And shou'd in vain my feeble arm extend , In vain the meed these faltering lays demand ; Shou'd from my touch the conscious laurel bend , Like coy Mimosa , shrinking from the hand , 3 . Yet thy bright tablet , with unfading ...
Side 112
... brow in wanton twine , Luxuriantly ran ; But why I prais'd her , sweet one , know , Because I recollected , so The tresses negligently flow , About the cheeks of Anne . One evening in the passion week , When Lucy play'd at hide and seek ...
... brow in wanton twine , Luxuriantly ran ; But why I prais'd her , sweet one , know , Because I recollected , so The tresses negligently flow , About the cheeks of Anne . One evening in the passion week , When Lucy play'd at hide and seek ...
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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!