The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Pagina ix
... 24 25 27 34 35 38 46 48 The Helot's Song , by W. Preston , Esq ; - Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; L -Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman 52 54 55 56 L Epilogue to the " Wonder , " by S.
... 24 25 27 34 35 38 46 48 The Helot's Song , by W. Preston , Esq ; - Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; L -Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman 52 54 55 56 L Epilogue to the " Wonder , " by S.
Pagina x
... Epigrams , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Translation from Horace , Lib . 2 , Ode 8 , by the same Epigram , by Mr. P. Dodd ... A Farewell to the Seat of Lady E. Butler , and Miss Pon- sonby , by Anna Seward Song , by C. Leftly ...
... Epigrams , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Translation from Horace , Lib . 2 , Ode 8 , by the same Epigram , by Mr. P. Dodd ... A Farewell to the Seat of Lady E. Butler , and Miss Pon- sonby , by Anna Seward Song , by C. Leftly ...
Pagina xi
... Epigram , on a Marriage Songs , by Anna Seward Ode , to a young Lady to the Zephyrs - to Fancy 138 139 143 144 146 ... Epigram , from the Greek --- 169 The Complaint of an Arabian Lover , by Miss Seward Epigram , from the Greek of Julian ...
... Epigram , on a Marriage Songs , by Anna Seward Ode , to a young Lady to the Zephyrs - to Fancy 138 139 143 144 146 ... Epigram , from the Greek --- 169 The Complaint of an Arabian Lover , by Miss Seward Epigram , from the Greek of Julian ...
Pagina xiii
... Epigrams 246 The Monody of Tograi , from the Arabic 247 Elegy 252 What is an Epigram ? 253 Ballad 254 War Hymn of the Soldiers of Mahomet 256 From the Italian of Tasso 258 Song 259 Laura Penitent 260 Ode to Jehovah , from the Hebrew 262 ...
... Epigrams 246 The Monody of Tograi , from the Arabic 247 Elegy 252 What is an Epigram ? 253 Ballad 254 War Hymn of the Soldiers of Mahomet 256 From the Italian of Tasso 258 Song 259 Laura Penitent 260 Ode to Jehovah , from the Hebrew 262 ...
Pagina xiv
... Epigrams 317 The Green Veil 318 Song , from Metastasio 319 Winter defeated , from Burger 320 Evening , an Ode 321 Verses to a young Lady , by G. Skene 323 -addressed to the Ruins of Dundrennan Abbey 324 The Thunder Storm 327 A Wish , by ...
... Epigrams 317 The Green Veil 318 Song , from Metastasio 319 Winter defeated , from Burger 320 Evening , an Ode 321 Verses to a young Lady , by G. Skene 323 -addressed to the Ruins of Dundrennan Abbey 324 The Thunder Storm 327 A Wish , by ...
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Pagina 232 - 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.
Pagina 191 - 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 308 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Pagina 306 - HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC ! The 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...
Pagina 231 - 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 244 - How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
Pagina 308 - 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 307 - O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Pagina 307 - 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 308 - Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou too, hoar Mount!