The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 - English poetry |
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... round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some trembler to the ground ; May the firm few that brave Time's circling blast , Cling to their early stock of Amity more fast ! HYMN TO OLD AGE . BY WILLIAM PRESTON , ESQ 11.
... round , And not a breeze can blow but drives Some trembler to the ground ; May the firm few that brave Time's circling blast , Cling to their early stock of Amity more fast ! HYMN TO OLD AGE . BY WILLIAM PRESTON , ESQ 11.
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... round the King of Terrors stand ; While , breaking down our prison walls The hand of Sickness heavy falls . Spare them and let me wear away , With unperceived and mild decay . Let me not know the pang , that rends An aged Mourner from ...
... round the King of Terrors stand ; While , breaking down our prison walls The hand of Sickness heavy falls . Spare them and let me wear away , With unperceived and mild decay . Let me not know the pang , that rends An aged Mourner from ...
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... round and " behold " The bride - bed made close by thy side ; " My hands have prepared it , though narrow , and ❝ cold , " With a winding - sheet only our limbs to infold : - " " Tis there I would sleep with my Bride . " Then ...
... round and " behold " The bride - bed made close by thy side ; " My hands have prepared it , though narrow , and ❝ cold , " With a winding - sheet only our limbs to infold : - " " Tis there I would sleep with my Bride . " Then ...
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... round , And St. Andrew's vigil returns ; The death - bell is heard deep and solemn to sound , And Hubert's thin shade thrice encircles the mound Where the lovers are buried , and mourns . But on May's earliest morn , the fair maids of ...
... round , And St. Andrew's vigil returns ; The death - bell is heard deep and solemn to sound , And Hubert's thin shade thrice encircles the mound Where the lovers are buried , and mourns . But on May's earliest morn , the fair maids of ...
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... 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 cloud - formed gloom to weave , Whose shades involve the polar Even ...
... 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 cloud - formed gloom to weave , Whose shades involve the polar Even ...
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD Bard beam beauty behold bend beneath blest 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 fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glow grace grave hail hand heart Heaven hope hour joys LEFTLY light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse Naiads ne'er Nebaioth night numbers nymph o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride rapture rill rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tempest tender thee thine thou thro throne toil tomb trembling vale verse vex'd Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB virtue wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Page 217 - 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 296 - 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 296 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Page 175 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Page 183 - 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 232 - Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Page 295 - 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 218 - 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. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 168 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards...
Page 169 - And as the seer on Pisgah's topmost brow With glistening eye beheld the plain below, With prescient ardour drank the scented gale, And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail, Her eagle eye shall scan the prospect wide. From...