The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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Pagina 3
... met , -dissolv'd , —and blended , as they pass'd . The precious tenderness these lines impart Falls on my sick , alarm'd , and longing heart , Like dews on flowers by sultry noon - beams dry , Like balmy sleep on Labor's closing eye ...
... met , -dissolv'd , —and blended , as they pass'd . The precious tenderness these lines impart Falls on my sick , alarm'd , and longing heart , Like dews on flowers by sultry noon - beams dry , Like balmy sleep on Labor's closing eye ...
Pagina 4
... met , Šaw him the circling Lanes explore , Rush down the glades , then up the steps Spring to thy clos'd , and silent door . With eager look , and plaintive whine , Snuff thro ' each chink the passing air ; Ah ! little wretch , I ...
... met , Šaw him the circling Lanes explore , Rush down the glades , then up the steps Spring to thy clos'd , and silent door . With eager look , and plaintive whine , Snuff thro ' each chink the passing air ; Ah ! little wretch , I ...
Pagina 6
... meet us in the silent bower , Come to these faithful , longing arms , And scorn the curbs of Pride and Power ! The busy , bustling haunts of Men Thy Lover shall , for thee , resign ; For us the Winter's hearth shall glow ; For us the ...
... meet us in the silent bower , Come to these faithful , longing arms , And scorn the curbs of Pride and Power ! The busy , bustling haunts of Men Thy Lover shall , for thee , resign ; For us the Winter's hearth shall glow ; For us the ...
Pagina 8
... meet . 6 . On thee to gaze thro ' all the Summer's day ! Hear thy sweet accents cheer the Winter's Eve ! Thro ' the soft hours of slumber's darkling sway Thy balmy breathings on my cheek perceive ! What full reward for all the woes ...
... meet . 6 . On thee to gaze thro ' all the Summer's day ! Hear thy sweet accents cheer the Winter's Eve ! Thro ' the soft hours of slumber's darkling sway Thy balmy breathings on my cheek perceive ! What full reward for all the woes ...
Pagina 15
... meet a word , or look severe , To mingle filial love with fear . If such delights reside with thee , Thou hast no terrors , Age , for me . Come , wearied Nature's sure repose , Our noisy drama's peaceful close , - The hope of better ...
... meet a word , or look severe , To mingle filial love with fear . If such delights reside with thee , Thou hast no terrors , Age , for me . Come , wearied Nature's sure repose , Our noisy drama's peaceful close , - The hope of better ...
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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!