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Pagina vii
... feels pleasure also in owning , how much he is indebted to Mr. Preston and Mr. Heber . The former has been long known and admired in the literary world , and the latter has proved , by his beautiful Poem of Palestine , how strong a ...
... feels pleasure also in owning , how much he is indebted to Mr. Preston and Mr. Heber . The former has been long known and admired in the literary world , and the latter has proved , by his beautiful Poem of Palestine , how strong a ...
Pagina 13
... feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The thousand hopeless vain pursuits , The plants that teem with bitter fruits , When the fierce noon - tide glare is fled , Decline , and hang the withering head . Come , Age , with influence kind ...
... feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The thousand hopeless vain pursuits , The plants that teem with bitter fruits , When the fierce noon - tide glare is fled , Decline , and hang the withering head . Come , Age , with influence kind ...
Pagina 19
... feel the pangs of despair ; " For the draught that I gave thee - was death . " No more with soft wishes thy bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper ...
... feel the pangs of despair ; " For the draught that I gave thee - was death . " No more with soft wishes thy bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper ...
Pagina 27
... feels within his 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 ...
... feels within his 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 ...
Pagina 30
... feeling 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 ...
... feeling 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 ...
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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 2 Volledige weergave - 1803 |
The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 2 Volledige weergave - 1803 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...