The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Pagina 3
... glowing pen bestow , To sooth my soul's inevitable woe , So much , by generous , trusting Faith inspir'd , So much , by ardent , banish'd Love desir'd , Free from the cold alloy of doubts , and fears , And all the fullying drops of ...
... glowing pen bestow , To sooth my soul's inevitable woe , So much , by generous , trusting Faith inspir'd , So much , by ardent , banish'd Love desir'd , Free from the cold alloy of doubts , and fears , And all the fullying drops of ...
Pagina 5
... glow the while , To us so kindly to disclose The mutual glance , the tender smile . Protecting Walls ! Asylum blest From every influence unkind ! The rigor of inclement skies , The rigor of th ' unfeeling mind . From Pride , and Avarice ...
... glow the while , To us so kindly to disclose The mutual glance , the tender smile . Protecting Walls ! Asylum blest From every influence unkind ! The rigor of inclement skies , The rigor of th ' unfeeling mind . From Pride , and Avarice ...
Pagina 6
... glow ; For us the Summer Sun will shine . The great Ones court thee for their Bride ; With thee , in ceremonial ... glowing images shall prove The unsubdu'd , and constant Guards When Force wou'd disunite our love . TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE ...
... glow ; For us the Summer Sun will shine . The great Ones court thee for their Bride ; With thee , in ceremonial ... glowing images shall prove The unsubdu'd , and constant Guards When Force wou'd disunite our love . TO EMILLIA . 1 . PALE ...
Pagina 15
... glow . Who can describe the pure delight , When childrens ' children glad the sight ? What transport for our Age is stor❜d , When tender olives grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act that speaks expanding mind ...
... glow . Who can describe the pure delight , When childrens ' children glad the sight ? What transport for our Age is stor❜d , When tender olives grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act that speaks expanding mind ...
Pagina 29
... glow , As shifting Moon - beams o'er them dance . And there , perhaps , we should survey , While o'er their barks the sea spray flies , Unhappy men who long for day ; - But day on them shall never rise . Still westward in our course we ...
... glow , As shifting Moon - beams o'er them dance . And there , perhaps , we should survey , While o'er their barks the sea spray flies , Unhappy men who long for day ; - But day on them shall never rise . Still westward in our course we ...
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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!