The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 - English poetry |
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... bosom free , No terrors dost thou bring to me . For precious gifts thou canst impart , The thinking head , the tranquil heart , For moral truth , ' tis thine , to change The dreams of Youth , that widely range . When youthful sunshine ...
... bosom free , No terrors dost thou bring to me . For precious gifts thou canst impart , The thinking head , the tranquil heart , For moral truth , ' tis thine , to change The dreams of Youth , that widely range . When youthful sunshine ...
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... bosoms wring ; The narrow thoughts , the carking cares , That bring contempt on hoary hairs ; The spleen morose , the lust of gold , Suspicions base , that haunt the Old , And Fear , with selfish tremors pale , And Vanity , with twice ...
... bosoms wring ; The narrow thoughts , the carking cares , That bring contempt on hoary hairs ; The spleen morose , the lust of gold , Suspicions base , that haunt the Old , And Fear , with selfish tremors pale , And Vanity , with twice ...
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... bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper that Mabel for Alleyn shall live ; " For Mabel with Hubert shall die ! " With a ring I've espoused thee ...
... bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper that Mabel for Alleyn shall live ; " For Mabel with Hubert shall die ! " With a ring I've espoused thee ...
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... bosom bare ; Now Death smiles dimly on his prey , As the lost maniac to her breast Clasps the beloved insensate clay , And plunges in the watry waste . These are the triumphs of my reign , And these the trophies of my power , When ...
... bosom bare ; Now Death smiles dimly on his prey , As the lost maniac to her breast Clasps the beloved insensate clay , And plunges in the watry waste . These are the triumphs of my reign , And these the trophies of my power , When ...
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... bosom girt with Truth's celestial zone , His youthful lips her pure and living throne , Where sterling sense shall charm in mild Persuasion's tone ! Thus , deck'd with every precious gift of Health , High on the pedestal of Rank and ...
... bosom girt with Truth's celestial zone , His youthful lips her pure and living throne , Where sterling sense shall charm in mild Persuasion's tone ! Thus , deck'd with every precious gift of Health , High on the pedestal of Rank and ...
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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!