The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Side 21
... 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 : ' Tis mine the boundless deep to heave In mountains to the gates of heaven , And ...
... 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 : ' Tis mine the boundless deep to heave In mountains to the gates of heaven , And ...
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... proudly sweep ; The dryads of the distant wood Awake their wildest screams of woe , As swift I tear the storm - fraught cloud That lays their waving kingdoms low . When Cancer owns the solar ray , And pours his fervors on the day , That ...
... proudly sweep ; The dryads of the distant wood Awake their wildest screams of woe , As swift I tear the storm - fraught cloud That lays their waving kingdoms low . When Cancer owns the solar ray , And pours his fervors on the day , That ...
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... proud and bold To his western tent the Sun , O'er the purple plains afar Rolls his bright carbuncle car . Rise ye sprites that slept all day , Or streamed viewless in the light ; In jovial freak , and amorous play , Sport away the lazy ...
... proud and bold To his western tent the Sun , O'er the purple plains afar Rolls his bright carbuncle car . Rise ye sprites that slept all day , Or streamed viewless in the light ; In jovial freak , and amorous play , Sport away the lazy ...
Side 39
... , I did it not till you Became capricious , proud , and peevish too . You either fled me , or but stopp'd to chide , Laugh'd at my tears , and all my threats defied . Yet over Hyacinthus sad you hung , Or wild and D4 39.
... , I did it not till you Became capricious , proud , and peevish too . You either fled me , or but stopp'd to chide , Laugh'd at my tears , and all my threats defied . Yet over Hyacinthus sad you hung , Or wild and D4 39.
Side 40
... proud vessel rode , Her sails well - fill'd , majestic as a god , And on her tall deck bore a nymph along , Whom the sleek mermaids greeted with a song : The girl was beautiful , and young ' tis true , But what her beauty or her youth ...
... proud vessel rode , Her sails well - fill'd , majestic as a god , And on her tall deck bore a nymph along , Whom the sleek mermaids greeted with a song : The girl was beautiful , and young ' tis true , But what her beauty or her 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!