The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Band 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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Sonnet , written for a Valentine , by C. Leftly , Esq ; to Mr. Westall , by C. Leftly , Esq ; - to the Memory of a Brother , by Dr. Brown The Musing Lover Page 119 120 - 121 The Bashful Lover The Downright Lover The Blundering Lover By ...
Sonnet , written for a Valentine , by C. Leftly , Esq ; to Mr. Westall , by C. Leftly , Esq ; - to the Memory of a Brother , by Dr. Brown The Musing Lover Page 119 120 - 121 The Bashful Lover The Downright Lover The Blundering Lover By ...
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... Sonnet , on the Divine Providence , from Filicaja from the Italian of Mozarello after the Manner of the old English Poets , by Anna Seward - - from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 265 268 269 277 278 279 282 283 284 285 286 ...
... Sonnet , on the Divine Providence , from Filicaja from the Italian of Mozarello after the Manner of the old English Poets , by Anna Seward - - from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 265 268 269 277 278 279 282 283 284 285 286 ...
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Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport The Peasant Boy To R. Anderson , M. D. by Adeline - to the Memory of Cowper Page 287 288 289 290 - 291 to the Harp of Margaretta , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 292 The October Eve , by R. Carlyle ...
Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport The Peasant Boy To R. Anderson , M. D. by Adeline - to the Memory of Cowper Page 287 288 289 290 - 291 to the Harp of Margaretta , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 292 The October Eve , by R. Carlyle ...
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... SONNET . OCCASIONED BY DISENGAGING À MARTLET FROM THE JAWS 1 3 117 Epitaph on Eliza Sonnet, on disengaging a Martlet, by T Park, Esq;
... SONNET . OCCASIONED BY DISENGAGING À MARTLET FROM THE JAWS 1 3 117 Epitaph on Eliza Sonnet, on disengaging a Martlet, by T Park, Esq;
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SONNET . OCCASIONED BY DISENGAGING À MARTLET FROM THE JAWS OF A CAT . BY T. PARK , ESQ . HERALD of Summer ! hapless was the flight From thy mud hermitage or chimnied cell , To skim the streamlet where , since dawn of light , In the long ...
SONNET . OCCASIONED BY DISENGAGING À MARTLET FROM THE JAWS OF A CAT . BY T. PARK , ESQ . HERALD of Summer ! hapless was the flight From thy mud hermitage or chimnied cell , To skim the streamlet where , since dawn of light , In the long ...
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Seite 229 - 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.
Seite 191 - 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.
Seite 400 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil — Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Seite 306 - 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...
Seite 308 - 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!
Seite 190 - 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.
Seite 230 - 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...
Seite 183 - 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.
Seite 307 - 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...
Seite 183 - 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.