The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Grief - 265 Stanzas - 268 An Epistle from Sir C. H. Williams to H. Fox , Esq ; - 269 The wandering Savoyard's Song , by Mr. Dimond , Jun . - 277 Translation from the French of Selis , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 278 from Tasso , by Miss ...
... Grief - 265 Stanzas - 268 An Epistle from Sir C. H. Williams to H. Fox , Esq ; - 269 The wandering Savoyard's Song , by Mr. Dimond , Jun . - 277 Translation from the French of Selis , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 278 from Tasso , by Miss ...
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... grief I shar'd . He left me near the silent Door , No more half open'd to thy Friend , When dull the clouds of Evening lour , And fast her heavy dews descend ; Or drizzling rains , that often weep , When winds no longer bend the spray ...
... grief I shar'd . He left me near the silent Door , No more half open'd to thy Friend , When dull the clouds of Evening lour , And fast her heavy dews descend ; Or drizzling rains , that often weep , When winds no longer bend the spray ...
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... Grief , That ravish from the dazzled sight The heav'nly forms of fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ray , And all the phantoms melt away . We then ...
... Grief , That ravish from the dazzled sight The heav'nly forms of fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ray , And all the phantoms melt away . We then ...
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... grief ? Is there no balm to give his mind relief ? SYLPH . Alas ! what skill or medicine can remove The gnawing memory of forsaken love ? When farmers wives , and village maids , set out A bowl of cream for Lob , that knavish lout ...
... grief ? Is there no balm to give his mind relief ? SYLPH . Alas ! what skill or medicine can remove The gnawing memory of forsaken love ? When farmers wives , and village maids , set out A bowl of cream for Lob , that knavish lout ...
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... grief ! ON WIT * BY ANNA SEWARD . WIT must at once be vigorous , light , and gay , Sense , satire , humour , mix'd in frolic play ; Yet from the coarse grotesque be distant far As from the smoky torch the brilliant star ; And spring ...
... grief ! ON WIT * BY ANNA SEWARD . WIT must at once be vigorous , light , and gay , Sense , satire , humour , mix'd in frolic play ; Yet from the coarse grotesque be distant far As from the smoky torch the brilliant star ; And spring ...
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beam beauty behold bend beneath blank verse blest bosom bowers breast breath bright Britons brow charms cold dark dear death deep dread E'en EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair falchion fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond frown gale gentle glory glow grace grave grief hand hear heart Heaven hope hour LEFTLY light lonely Lord of war lov'd LUPERCIO lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse ne'er Nebaioth night numbers nymph o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride proud rapture rill rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit storm stream sweet SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tempest tender thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse vex'd Village Maid virtue wave weep wild wing youth
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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!