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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 2 Affichage du livre entier - 1803 |
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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 DUNDRENNAN ABBEY EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair falchion fame Fancy fate fear fond frown gale gentle glow grace grave grief grove hand heart Heaven hope hour joys light lov'd LUPERCIO lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE METASTASIO mind mourn Muse ne'er Nebaioth night numbers o'er O’er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace Pindar plain pleasure poem poetical pow'r praise pride R. A. DAVENPORT rapture rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh Small 8vo smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH tear tender Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse virtue voice wave weep wild winds youth
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Page 219 - 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.
Page 298 - 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!
Page 298 - 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 234 - 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.
Page 297 - 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!
Page 220 - 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Informations bibliographiques
| Titre | The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 2 The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11 |
| Éditeur | F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
| Original provenant de | l'Université du Michigan |
| Numérisé | 3 mars 2006 |
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