The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volum 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... weep , When winds no longer bend the spray , The moist , and early vanish'd Sun , That shrinks from April's wayward Day . Now in that little hall's dear grate No social embers glow the while , To us so kindly to disclose The mutual ...
... weep , When winds no longer bend the spray , The moist , and early vanish'd Sun , That shrinks from April's wayward Day . Now in that little hall's dear grate No social embers glow the while , To us so kindly to disclose The mutual ...
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... weep . Thy gentle shaking of the frame To slumber lulls the vital flame ; Till , like an infant sooth'd to rest , We sink upon the MAKER'S breast . SONG . THO ' in the festive circle , gay , You see me move in frolic measure ; Mark on ...
... weep . Thy gentle shaking of the frame To slumber lulls the vital flame ; Till , like an infant sooth'd to rest , We sink upon the MAKER'S breast . SONG . THO ' in the festive circle , gay , You see me move in frolic measure ; Mark on ...
Side 20
... weep at remembrance of Mabel's sad tale ) Strew bright purple pansies , and primroses pale , With hare - bells and violets blue . And at Midsummer oft ' by the stars silver light , Love - spells o'er the cold earth they weave ; The ...
... weep at remembrance of Mabel's sad tale ) Strew bright purple pansies , and primroses pale , With hare - bells and violets blue . And at Midsummer oft ' by the stars silver light , Love - spells o'er the cold earth they weave ; The ...
Side 52
... weep in blood : Now , the fierce insulting foe Shall partake the Helot's woe ; Gasping on the well - fought field , Tyranny her scourge shall yield . Couch the javelin urge the steed- Try how gallant men can bleed . God of Armies hear ...
... weep in blood : Now , the fierce insulting foe Shall partake the Helot's woe ; Gasping on the well - fought field , Tyranny her scourge shall yield . Couch the javelin urge the steed- Try how gallant men can bleed . God of Armies hear ...
Side 53
... weep forlorn , " Break the scourge , your rage we scorn , - " Mars , receive our votive breath , - " Give us Freedom , give us Death . " God of Armies hear . When the bones on earth shall lie , Weltering to the Summer's sky ; Tho ' no ...
... weep forlorn , " Break the scourge , your rage we scorn , - " Mars , receive our votive breath , - " Give us Freedom , give us Death . " God of Armies hear . When the bones on earth shall lie , Weltering to the Summer's sky ; Tho ' no ...
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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!