The Hippocrene: A Collection of PoemsCourtney, 1831 - 132 páginas |
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... dreadful waves , in mountains , reach the skies ! Here boist ' rous breaking billows ever roar , And , in harsh thunders , lash th ' obstructing shore ! — Onward we stretch , to Dingle's dreadful main , Where lies a rock , destructive ...
... dreadful waves , in mountains , reach the skies ! Here boist ' rous breaking billows ever roar , And , in harsh thunders , lash th ' obstructing shore ! — Onward we stretch , to Dingle's dreadful main , Where lies a rock , destructive ...
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... dreadful presence hush'd the angry flood ; His glaring eye - balls fiercely fill'd with fire , Portend his wrath - his great - and vengeful ire ! Th ' affrighted rowers , now , could ply no more , And now the waves roll humbly to the ...
... dreadful presence hush'd the angry flood ; His glaring eye - balls fiercely fill'd with fire , Portend his wrath - his great - and vengeful ire ! Th ' affrighted rowers , now , could ply no more , And now the waves roll humbly to the ...
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... dreadful horror buries all the sight ! Struck with new fear , with wonder , now we gaze , Nor birds can sing - nor eager flocks can graze , And now the echoing hills seem headlong hurl'd , And gaping earthquakes seem t ' ingulf the ...
... dreadful horror buries all the sight ! Struck with new fear , with wonder , now we gaze , Nor birds can sing - nor eager flocks can graze , And now the echoing hills seem headlong hurl'd , And gaping earthquakes seem t ' ingulf the ...
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... dreadful rage appear , And brains and gore the slipp'ry walls besmear . Wild ruin - sad distress - untimely fate- And weeping woe around the Gauls await . Like thieves surpriz'd , whilst they divide their prize , Still seeming doubtful ...
... dreadful rage appear , And brains and gore the slipp'ry walls besmear . Wild ruin - sad distress - untimely fate- And weeping woe around the Gauls await . Like thieves surpriz'd , whilst they divide their prize , Still seeming doubtful ...
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... dreadful sound , Like yawning ice , when heedless boys are drown'd ! The beer , that pleasing cordial of the poor , In frothy torrents inundates the floor ; Red Rose beheld and felt more grief , no doubt , Than if her husband's brains ...
... dreadful sound , Like yawning ice , when heedless boys are drown'd ! The beer , that pleasing cordial of the poor , In frothy torrents inundates the floor ; Red Rose beheld and felt more grief , no doubt , Than if her husband's brains ...
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Página 118 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die ; Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed.
Página 118 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away! Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade — The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me?
Página 116 - May vengeance fall at head and tail, From north to south, at Doneraile ; May profit light, and tardy sale, Still damp the trade of Doneraile. May Fame resound a dismal tale, Whene'er she lights on Doneraile ; May Egypt's plagues at once prevail, To thin the knaves of Doneraile. May frost and snow, and sleet and hail, Benumb each joint in Doneraile; May wolves and bloodhounds trace and trail The cursed crew of Doneraile. May Oscar, with his fiery flail, To atoms thresh all Doneraile ; May every mischief,...
Página 125 - You modest, whining fool, draw near, And clasp her in your arms. " With eager kisses tempt the maid, From Cynthia's feet depart ; The lips he briskly must invade, That would possess the heart.
Página 75 - Tis the most tender part of love Each other to forgive. When least I...
Página 116 - May ev'ry hour new woes reveal, That Hell reserves for Doneraile. May ev'ry chosen ill prevail, O'er all the Imps of Doneraile. May no one wish or prayer avail, To soothe the woes of Doneraile. May th' Inquisition straight impale, The rapparees of Doneraile. May curse of Sodom now prevail, And sink to ashes Doneraile. May Charon's Boat triumphant sail, Completely manned from Doneraile. Oh! may my Couplets never fail, To find new curse for Doneraile. And may Grim Pluto's inner jail, For ever groan...
Página 116 - May want and wo each joy curtail That e'er was known in Doneraile ; May no one coffin want a nail That wraps a rogue in Doneraile. May all the thieves that rob and steal, The gallows meet in Doneraile ; May all the sons of Granaweal Blush at the thieves of Doneraile.
Página 116 - ... Dublin watch, my chain and seal, Pilfered at once in Doneraile. May fire and brimstone never fail To fall in showers on Doneraile ; May all the leading fiends assail The thieving town of Doneraile. As lightnings flash across the vale, So down to hell with Doneraile ; The fate of Pompey at Pharsale, Be that the curse of Doneraile. May beef or mutton, lamb or veal, Be never found in Doneraile ; But garlic soup, and scurvy kail, Be still the food for Doneraile. And forward as the creeping snail,...
Página 116 - ALAS! how dismal is my tale! — I lost my watch in Doneraile ; My Dublin watch, my chain and seal. Pilfered at once in Doneraile. May fire and brimstone never fail To fall in showers on Doneraile ; May all the leading fiends assail The thieving town of Doneraile. As lightnings flash across the vale, So down to hell with Doneraile ; The fate of Pompey at Pharsale, Be that the curse of Doneraile.
Página 8 - Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.