The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volumen2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... seek The shelter of these arms again ? O ! yes , while Memory's power remains , Her glowing images shall prove The unsubdu'd , and constant Guards When Force wou'd disunite our love . TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE florets tremble o'er the 6.
... seek The shelter of these arms again ? O ! yes , while Memory's power remains , Her glowing images shall prove The unsubdu'd , and constant Guards When Force wou'd disunite our love . TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE florets tremble o'er the 6.
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TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE florets tremble o'er the shadow'd Streams , Low in the winding , and irriguous Vale , While blazing , at high noon , the solar beams Flame on the Mountain top , and fire the gale . Here then , in silence , thro ...
TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE florets tremble o'er the shadow'd Streams , Low in the winding , and irriguous Vale , While blazing , at high noon , the solar beams Flame on the Mountain top , and fire the gale . Here then , in silence , thro ...
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... pale Ruin's hovering wings , Emerges from their shade ! O ! may it prove No meteor - fire , that now before us springs , But a mild pole - star to the dear Retreat , Where Peace , and Competence our steps shall meet . 6 . On thee to ...
... pale Ruin's hovering wings , Emerges from their shade ! O ! may it prove No meteor - fire , that now before us springs , But a mild pole - star to the dear Retreat , Where Peace , and Competence our steps shall meet . 6 . On thee to ...
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... pale , And Vanity , with twice - told tale.- O well I know , that in thy train Full oft attend the forms of pain . Diseases fell , an hideous band , That round the King of Terrors stand ; While , breaking down our prison walls The hand ...
... pale , And Vanity , with twice - told tale.- O well I know , that in thy train Full oft attend the forms of pain . Diseases fell , an hideous band , That round the King of Terrors stand ; While , breaking down our prison walls The hand ...
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... pale gleam'd on her eye , And meteors portentous shot thro ' the dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a Pilgrim array'd ; ( Though dimly descried by the ...
... pale gleam'd on her eye , And meteors portentous shot thro ' the dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a Pilgrim array'd ; ( Though dimly descried by the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anacreon ANNA SEWARD Bard beam beauty behold bend beneath blest 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 fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glow grace grave hail hand heart Heaven hope hour joys LEFTLY light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse Naiads ne'er Nebaioth night numbers nymph o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride rapture rill rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tempest tender thee thine thou thro throne toil tomb trembling vale verse vex'd Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB virtue wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 217 - 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.
Página 296 - 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!
Página 296 - 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!
Página 175 - 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.
Página 183 - 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.
Página 232 - 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.
Página 295 - 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!
Página 218 - 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.
Página 168 - 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...
Página 169 - 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...