The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... lonely graces of the scene ; Hails them , in soft , confiding fondness blest , And leaves ambition to her anxious spleen , Her pomps , her triumphs unregarded shine , While fair Emillia's melting heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of ...
... lonely graces of the scene ; Hails them , in soft , confiding fondness blest , And leaves ambition to her anxious spleen , Her pomps , her triumphs unregarded shine , While fair Emillia's melting heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of ...
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... the fountain's eddy plays : Down the hill , in slow meanders , Many a lonely region o'er ; Ever plaining as it wanders , Murmurs to it's native shore . LINES , Written in the Park of Wentworth - House 24 Translation from Metastasio -
... the fountain's eddy plays : Down the hill , in slow meanders , Many a lonely region o'er ; Ever plaining as it wanders , Murmurs to it's native shore . LINES , Written in the Park of Wentworth - House 24 Translation from Metastasio -
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... 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 savage tigers prowling tread , And ...
... 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 savage tigers prowling tread , And ...
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... lonely strain , And gazes on thy parting horn . He hails thee as a well known friend , A friend of past and better days ; To thee his fond affections tend , His sad heart lightens in thy rays . f But not for man's frail plaints her laws ...
... lonely strain , And gazes on thy parting horn . He hails thee as a well known friend , A friend of past and better days ; To thee his fond affections tend , His sad heart lightens in thy rays . f But not for man's frail plaints her laws ...
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... twines the honey - suckle round . Let then no cloud obscure thy face , No brooding tempest threaten near , But one mild blue the welkin grace , And silence rest upon the air . For while to lonely musing given , Her thoughts to 31.
... twines the honey - suckle round . Let then no cloud obscure thy face , No brooding tempest threaten near , But one mild blue the welkin grace , And silence rest upon the air . For while to lonely musing given , Her thoughts to 31.
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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 3 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1804 |
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Almer Anacreon ANNA SEWARD Bard beam beauty bend beneath blank verse blest bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright Britons brow charms cold dark dear death deep dread E'en EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear feel flowers fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glowing grace grave hail hand hear heart Heaven hope hour light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse ne'er night numbers o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem poetical pow'r praise pride rapture rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH tear tempest tender Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB Virtue voice 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!