The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 2 巻F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... fond Belief , Intemp'rate Joy , and causeless Grief , That ravish from the dazzled sight The heav'nly forms of fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ...
... fond Belief , Intemp'rate Joy , and causeless Grief , That ravish from the dazzled sight The heav'nly forms of fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ...
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... ' arms , By thousand fond attentions sooth'd , We find the downward path so smooth'd , That , scarcely conscious where they lead , On flowrets to the grave we tread ! The calm delights of social hours , When ev'ry mind 14.
... ' arms , By thousand fond attentions sooth'd , We find the downward path so smooth'd , That , scarcely conscious where they lead , On flowrets to the grave we tread ! The calm delights of social hours , When ev'ry mind 14.
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... fond , and sincere ; This pledge of his faith too he begs thee to wear : — He said , and presented a ring . The maid took the chalice- " Most grateful to me " Are the gifts of my swain , " she replied , " Love hallows his tribute : O ...
... fond , and sincere ; This pledge of his faith too he begs thee to wear : — He said , and presented a ring . The maid took the chalice- " Most grateful to me " Are the gifts of my swain , " she replied , " Love hallows his tribute : O ...
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... conceals the fond pair , While a soft tear to pity from rapture they spare ; And plight the reciprocal vow . F. * Telephium roseum , Orpine , or rose - root . Vulg . Midsummer - men . THE SPIRIT OF THE STORM : AN ODE . WHEN 20.
... conceals the fond pair , While a soft tear to pity from rapture they spare ; And plight the reciprocal vow . F. * Telephium roseum , Orpine , or rose - root . Vulg . Midsummer - men . THE SPIRIT OF THE STORM : AN ODE . WHEN 20.
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... fond mother scales the height Whose brow defies the tempest wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the ...
... fond mother scales the height Whose brow defies the tempest wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from 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...