The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act that speaks expanding mind , Each prelude of some manly part , - Heav'ns , how they thrill the parent's heart ! Kind Age , all these attend on thee , And , sure , no ...
... grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act that speaks expanding mind , Each prelude of some manly part , - Heav'ns , how they thrill the parent's heart ! Kind Age , all these attend on thee , And , sure , no ...
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... grace superior this sweet scene adorn , And yield their shade to Wentworths yet unborn . And when in full perfection's height they stand , Waving their ample boughs , serenely grand , O may they bloom true emblems of his worth Who gave ...
... grace superior this sweet scene adorn , And yield their shade to Wentworths yet unborn . And when in full perfection's height they stand , Waving their ample boughs , serenely grand , O may they bloom true emblems of his worth Who gave ...
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... honey - suckle round . Let then no cloud obscure thy face , No brooding tempest threaten near , But one mild blue the welkin grace , And silence rest upon the air . For while to lonely musing given , Her thoughts to 31.
... honey - suckle round . Let then no cloud obscure thy face , No brooding tempest threaten near , But one mild blue the welkin grace , And silence rest upon the air . For while to lonely musing given , Her thoughts to 31.
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... grace to move , Some lead the woodbine to her love , Some strew the shores with shells and sand , While others pilot weeds from land ; By moon - light these their labours free , Then follow me , follow me , And the chaffer's bugle our ...
... grace to move , Some lead the woodbine to her love , Some strew the shores with shells and sand , While others pilot weeds from land ; By moon - light these their labours free , Then follow me , follow me , And the chaffer's bugle our ...
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... nor expression knew , Nor her fair form a native grace , Allotted only to a few ; Still would she Friendship ever faithful find , From all who own the higher worth of mind . VOL . II . F THE RING * . BY . W. HOLLOWAY . Author 65.
... nor expression knew , Nor her fair form a native grace , Allotted only to a few ; Still would she Friendship ever faithful find , From all who own the higher worth of mind . VOL . II . F THE RING * . BY . W. HOLLOWAY . Author 65.
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Expressions et termes fréquents
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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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!