The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Band 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... mind . From Pride , and Avarice ' taunting sneer , Authority's still dreaded frown , Whose chidings loud the gentle voice Of Love's persuasive pleadings drown . That sylvan cottage is thine own , A tender mother's kind bequest , Far ...
... mind . From Pride , and Avarice ' taunting sneer , Authority's still dreaded frown , Whose chidings loud the gentle voice Of Love's persuasive pleadings drown . That sylvan cottage is thine own , A tender mother's kind bequest , Far ...
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... mind , Each prelude of some manly part , - Heav'ns , how they thrill the parent's heart ! Kind Age , all these attend on thee , And , sure , no terrors bring to me . From me while youthful spirits post , They are but lent , not wholly ...
... mind , Each prelude of some manly part , - Heav'ns , how they thrill the parent's heart ! Kind Age , all these attend on thee , And , sure , no terrors bring to me . From me while youthful spirits post , They are but lent , not wholly ...
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... mind matur'd , By taste embellish'd , and to toil inur'd , Expanded by Religion's sacred rays , Enrich'd by classic lore of ancient days , His bosom girt with Truth's celestial zone , His youthful lips her pure and living throne , Where ...
... mind matur'd , By taste embellish'd , and to toil inur'd , Expanded by Religion's sacred rays , Enrich'd by classic lore of ancient days , His bosom girt with Truth's celestial zone , His youthful lips her pure and living throne , Where ...
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... mind Thy soft persuasive beauty's force . Thou goest o'er the lonely deep To waste thy splendour on the tide , Where only sea - born monsters sweep , Unheeding of thy beamy pride ; Or on some woody mountain's head , Canadian wilds shall ...
... mind Thy soft persuasive beauty's force . Thou goest o'er the lonely deep To waste thy splendour on the tide , Where only sea - born monsters sweep , Unheeding of thy beamy pride ; Or on some woody mountain's head , Canadian wilds shall ...
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... mind , her stores : Green groves there nod the lofty head , And winding waters wash the shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart ...
... mind , her stores : Green groves there nod the lofty head , And winding waters wash the shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart ...
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Almer Anacreon ANNA SEWARD Bard beam beauty bend beneath blank verse blest bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright Britons brow charms cold dark dear death deep dread E'en EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear feel flowers fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glowing grace grave hail hand hear heart Heaven hope hour light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse ne'er night numbers o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem poetical pow'r praise pride rapture rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH tear tempest tender Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB Virtue voice wave weep wild wing youth
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Seite 232 - 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.
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 308 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
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 231 - 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 244 - How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
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 307 - O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
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!
Seite 308 - Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou too, hoar Mount!