The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 2 巻F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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Inscription on a jutting Stone , over a Spring The Poor Village Maid , by W. Case , Junior Serenade , by Mr. Harwood - Ode , from the Persian of Hafiz , by J. M. Good , Esq ; Song , from Moliere - - The Folly of Atheism , an Ode , by Dr ...
Inscription on a jutting Stone , over a Spring The Poor Village Maid , by W. Case , Junior Serenade , by Mr. Harwood - Ode , from the Persian of Hafiz , by J. M. Good , Esq ; Song , from Moliere - - The Folly of Atheism , an Ode , by Dr ...
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... poor Life's coëval leaves Hang thinly scatter'd round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some trembler to the ground ; May the firm few that brave Time's circling blast , Cling to their early stock of Amity more fast ! HYMN TO OLD ...
... poor Life's coëval leaves Hang thinly scatter'd round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some trembler to the ground ; May the firm few that brave Time's circling blast , Cling to their early stock of Amity more fast ! HYMN TO OLD ...
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... Poor Alleyn distracted , his arms fondly threw Round his now dying Mabel , kind , lovely , and true ; And his lips to her cold lips he press'd . On his bosom so faithful her breath she resign'd , And her eyelids his trembling hand ...
... Poor Alleyn distracted , his arms fondly threw Round his now dying Mabel , kind , lovely , and true ; And his lips to her cold lips he press'd . On his bosom so faithful her breath she resign'd , And her eyelids his trembling hand ...
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Or burn the porridge to the pot next day , In vain for this poor barefoot friar they lay A peter - penny on the clean swept floor , Or put an ouzle's egg behind the door . Heedless he passes , but with sprigs of rue Flings on the ...
Or burn the porridge to the pot next day , In vain for this poor barefoot friar they lay A peter - penny on the clean swept floor , Or put an ouzle's egg behind the door . Heedless he passes , but with sprigs of rue Flings on the ...
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... poor Almer stood , and shiver'd in his view . 8 . His cloak was all of Lincoln cloth , so fine ! With a gold button fasten'd near his chin ; His loose , white robe was edg'd with gilded twine , And his peak'd shoes a Lordling's might ...
... poor Almer stood , and shiver'd in his view . 8 . His cloak was all of Lincoln cloth , so fine ! With a gold button fasten'd near his chin ; His loose , white robe was edg'd with gilded twine , And his peak'd shoes a Lordling's might ...
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Almer ANNA SEWARD beam beauty beneath blest bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright charms clouds cold dark dear death deep delight dread Dundrennan Abbey EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear fond frown gay bowers gentle glow grace grave grief hail hand hear heart Heaven hope hour LEFTLY light lonely lov'd Lupercio lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE Metastasio mind Monody mourn Muse ne'er NEREID night numbers o'er pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride R. A. Davenport rapture rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SWIFT SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tender thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB virtue vision of delight wave weep wild winds youth
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306 ページ - 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...
308 ページ - 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!
190 ページ - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
230 ページ - 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! Few, few shall part where many meet...
183 ページ - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
307 ページ - 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! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
183 ページ - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.