The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Pagina xv
... Nature , by Mr. Colman To him who says he loves 367 368 369 Ode to Music , by Dr. Warton 370 Ode , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 371 Epigram , from the German of Lessing 372 The Aboriginal Britons , by the Rev. G. Richards , A. M. 373 ...
... Nature , by Mr. Colman To him who says he loves 367 368 369 Ode to Music , by Dr. Warton 370 Ode , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 371 Epigram , from the German of Lessing 372 The Aboriginal Britons , by the Rev. G. Richards , A. M. 373 ...
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... Nature still has means most dear To keep the heart - blood warm , Some vernal sympathies to cheer Mid many an Autumn - storm . And though poor Life's coëval leaves Hang thinly scatter'd round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some ...
... Nature still has means most dear To keep the heart - blood warm , Some vernal sympathies to cheer Mid many an Autumn - storm . And though poor Life's coëval leaves Hang thinly scatter'd round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some ...
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... Nature's pledges dear , Untimely ravish'd shed the tear . Nor tempt me , with myself at strife , To curse the sluggish dregs of life . Oh ! when th ' accomplish'd and the brave , When Youth and Beauty seek the grave ; Who this unmov'd ...
... Nature's pledges dear , Untimely ravish'd shed the tear . Nor tempt me , with myself at strife , To curse the sluggish dregs of life . Oh ! when th ' accomplish'd and the brave , When Youth and Beauty seek the grave ; Who this unmov'd ...
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... Nature's sure repose , Our noisy drama's peaceful close , - The hope of better life expands , I hail the glimpse of distant lands.— Away with sorrow , pain , and strife , And all that can embitter life ! - With life they come , with ...
... Nature's sure repose , Our noisy drama's peaceful close , - The hope of better life expands , I hail the glimpse of distant lands.— Away with sorrow , pain , and strife , And all that can embitter life ! - With life they come , with ...
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... Nature owns my potent sway , And trembling bows before my throne , While round her form the lightnings play , I mock the feeble sufferer's groan : ' Tis mine the boundless deep to heave In mountains to the gates of heaven , And mine the ...
... Nature owns my potent sway , And trembling bows before my throne , While round her form the lightnings play , I mock the feeble sufferer's groan : ' Tis mine the boundless deep to heave In mountains to the gates of heaven , And mine the ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Almer 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 E'en EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear feel flowers fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glowing grace grave hail hand hear heart Heaven hope hour light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse ne'er night numbers o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem poetical pow'r praise pride rapture rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH tear tempest tender Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB Virtue voice wave weep wild wing youth
Populaire passages
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!