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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volum 5
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1807
The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volum 4
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1806
The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volum 6
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1811
ANACREON arms bard Battle of Delhi beam beauty beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms dark dear death deep delight dream earth EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate fear feel fire flame flower fond FRANCES PRESTON gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock light lonely lov’d lyre maid mind morn mourn Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pangs peace plain pleasure poem poetical poison'd pow'r praise pride rapture rhyme rise rose round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Sparta spirit storm strain sweet swell tear tempest Theatre Royal thee thine thou thought thro throne toil tomb Twas vale verse wave weep wild winds wing wretch youth
Side 217 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of Spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the abbot of Aberbrothok.
Side 217 - Down sunk the bell, with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around; Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Side 218 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell. " They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: " O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
Side 216 - Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he,
Side 216 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
Side 216 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Side 293 - He many a creature did anatomize, Almost unpeopling water, air, and land ; Beasts, fishes, birds, snails, caterpillars, flies, Were laid full low by his relentless hand, That oft with gory crimson was...
Side 439 - Scottish Scenery, or, Sketches in Verse, descriptive of Scenes chiefly in the Highlands of Scotland, with Notes and Illustrations, by James Cririe, DD Ornamented with Engravings by Byrne, from Views by Walker.
Side 347 - I do love thee, meek Simplicity! For of thy lays the lulling simpleness Goes to my heart and soothes each small distress, Distress though small, yet haply great to me! 'Tis true on Lady Fortune's gentlest pad I amble on; yet, though I know not why, So sad I am!