The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Pagina x
... Death of Miss H. E. Hay To Adeline The Game - keeper's Return at Night , by S. E. Brydges , Esq ; Ode to the Venus Urania Inscription on a mural Tablet ---- Imitation of Horace , Book 2 , Ode 14 , by Dr. Brown Lines , written on ...
... Death of Miss H. E. Hay To Adeline The Game - keeper's Return at Night , by S. E. Brydges , Esq ; Ode to the Venus Urania Inscription on a mural Tablet ---- Imitation of Horace , Book 2 , Ode 14 , by Dr. Brown Lines , written on ...
Pagina xi
... Death of the Marquis of Downshire , To a Lady's Blackbird , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; 148 - 151 152 154 155 by Miss Seward 156 Song , from Florian , by Mr. R. A. Davenport Monody , on the Death of the Earl of Charlemount , by 159 160 W ...
... Death of the Marquis of Downshire , To a Lady's Blackbird , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; 148 - 151 152 154 155 by Miss Seward 156 Song , from Florian , by Mr. R. A. Davenport Monody , on the Death of the Earl of Charlemount , by 159 160 W ...
Pagina xiii
... Death of Dermody - 244 Stanzas 245 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 ...
... Death of Dermody - 244 Stanzas 245 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 ...
Pagina xiv
... Death 294 to the Sea Bird 295 An Imitation 296 to a beautiful little Boy 297 by N. S. S. L. 298 to Winter , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 299 by N. S. S. L. 300 by W. G. - 301 to Hope , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 302 from the Spanish of Lope de ...
... Death 294 to the Sea Bird 295 An Imitation 296 to a beautiful little Boy 297 by N. S. S. L. 298 to Winter , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 299 by N. S. S. L. 300 by W. G. - 301 to Hope , by Mr. R. A. Davenport 302 from the Spanish of Lope de ...
Pagina xv
... Death of David Hume , by W , J. Mickle 400 Verses , from the Window of a Lodging House 401 The Negroe's Complaint , by the late W. Cowper , Esq ; 402 Epigram to a Lawyer 404 Ode , to Patience , by Mrs. Sheridan 495 Epigram Three Odes ...
... Death of David Hume , by W , J. Mickle 400 Verses , from the Window of a Lodging House 401 The Negroe's Complaint , by the late W. Cowper , Esq ; 402 Epigram to a Lawyer 404 Ode , to Patience , by Mrs. Sheridan 495 Epigram Three Odes ...
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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!