The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 2 巻F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... fair . Ah , it is vanity , not love , That bids them seek thy matchless charms , But Love alone , and love like mine Deserves the heaven that's in thine arms . But can that soft , that yielding soul It's generous warfare long maintain ...
... fair . Ah , it is vanity , not love , That bids them seek thy matchless charms , But Love alone , and love like mine Deserves the heaven that's in thine arms . But can that soft , that yielding soul It's generous warfare long maintain ...
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... fair Emillia's melting heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of my Emillia's hair , That floats in golden threads upon the breeze , Resign for all ambition's Votaries wear , For all they pine to see a Rival seize ? No , thou dear pledge ...
... fair Emillia's melting heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of my Emillia's hair , That floats in golden threads upon the breeze , Resign for all ambition's Votaries wear , For all they pine to see a Rival seize ? No , thou dear pledge ...
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4 . Fate will restore thee , Angel , kind and bright As Spring's fair Morning on the troubled sea , That surg'd and toss'd thro ' the long , stormy night , Like my tumultuous heart , when robb'd of thee ; By thy vain doubts disturb'd ...
4 . Fate will restore thee , Angel , kind and bright As Spring's fair Morning on the troubled sea , That surg'd and toss'd thro ' the long , stormy night , Like my tumultuous heart , when robb'd of thee ; By thy vain doubts disturb'd ...
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... fair , With me compose the wreath of flowers ! 2 . Now drive with me dull thought away , With me defiance bid to sorrow , Be merry Thou with Me to day ; - And I'll be wise with Thee to - morrow ! EDMUND L. SWIFT . 1802 . LINES , WRITTEN ...
... fair , With me compose the wreath of flowers ! 2 . Now drive with me dull thought away , With me defiance bid to sorrow , Be merry Thou with Me to day ; - And I'll be wise with Thee to - morrow ! EDMUND L. SWIFT . 1802 . LINES , WRITTEN ...
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... fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ray , And all the phantoms melt away . We then imbibe a cooler sky ; We feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The ...
... fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ray , And all the phantoms melt away . We then imbibe a cooler sky ; We feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The ...
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217 ページ - 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.
296 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!
296 ページ - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
175 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.
183 ページ - 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.
232 ページ - Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
295 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!
218 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 ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
168 ページ - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards...
169 ページ - And as the seer on Pisgah's topmost brow With glistening eye beheld the plain below, With prescient ardour drank the scented gale, And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail, Her eagle eye shall scan the prospect wide. From...