The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 2 巻F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... beams dry , Like balmy sleep on Labor's closing eye . But this long absence ! -countless are its pains , Sprung from the thought how fast our Being wanes ; How short its span ! —that weeks and months must roll On towards Existence ...
... beams dry , Like balmy sleep on Labor's closing eye . But this long absence ! -countless are its pains , Sprung from the thought how fast our Being wanes ; How short its span ! —that weeks and months must roll On towards Existence ...
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... beams gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd the bloomy cell ! Tho ' gilded by so mild a light , Tho ' linnets warbled in the gale , A lone , and wintry air it wore ...
... beams gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd the bloomy cell ! Tho ' gilded by so mild a light , Tho ' linnets warbled in the gale , A lone , and wintry air it wore ...
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... beams Flame on the Mountain top , and fire the gale . Here then , in silence , thro ' the summer's day , Glide , bright with hope , enamour'd hours away . 2 . For now , my love - devoted Soul , at rest , Hails all the lonely graces of ...
... beams Flame on the Mountain top , and fire the gale . Here then , in silence , thro ' the summer's day , Glide , bright with hope , enamour'd hours away . 2 . For now , my love - devoted Soul , at rest , Hails all the lonely graces of ...
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... Beam'd rapture on our sight , Eclips'd by distance or by time , Or set in Death's long night ! - Yet Nature still has means most dear To keep the heart - blood warm , Some vernal sympathies to cheer Mid many an Autumn - storm . And ...
... Beam'd rapture on our sight , Eclips'd by distance or by time , Or set in Death's long night ! - Yet Nature still has means most dear To keep the heart - blood warm , Some vernal sympathies to cheer Mid many an Autumn - storm . And ...
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... beams o'er them dance . And there , perhaps , we should survey , While o'er their barks the sea - spray flies , Unhappy men whó long for day ; — But day on them shall never rise . Still westward in our course we glide , And to our view ...
... beams o'er them dance . And there , perhaps , we should survey , While o'er their barks the sea - spray flies , Unhappy men whó long for day ; — But day on them shall never rise . Still westward in our course we glide , And to our view ...
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