The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 4F.C. & J. Rivington, 1806 |
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... the deep , While the stormy tempests blow- While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy tempests blow ! The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ; For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave ...
... the deep , While the stormy tempests blow- While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy tempests blow ! The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ; For the deck it was their field of fame , And ocean was their grave ...
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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 4 Volledige weergave - 1806 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ANNA SEWARD Araucanian arms beam beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Canace charms cloud controul courser dark dear death deep delight dread E'en e'er earth EPIGRAM ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate fire flame flowers fond Friendship gale glory glow golden reign grace grove hallow'd hand heart Heav'n honour hope hour Hymen lake profound light lyre Maid mind morn mourn Muse ne'er nectared roses never night numbers o'er pale Peace plain pleasure Poems pow'r pride PROPERTIUS rage rapture round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing Sir Philip Wodehouse smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stream sweet sword tear tempests Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro throng toil tomb train trembling truth Valdivia vale verse Virtue wake wave wild WILLIAM CAREY wind wing youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 234 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Pagina 252 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Pagina 396 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Pagina 456 - Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again : But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare Today, May become Everlasting Tomorrow.
Pagina 233 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 234 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 455 - Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too. As the sun-shine or rain may prevail; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail...
Pagina 233 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 456 - I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail...
Pagina 128 - has been so much accustomed of late to didactic poetry alone, and essays on moral subjects, that any work, where the imagination is much indulged, will perhaps not be relished or regarded.