The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 4 tomasF.C. & J. Rivington, 1806 |
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... pale hands , cold as the weltering clay ! When youth is flown , and all that decks thee now , Ah , royal CIPARISSIS ! such thy doom ; Then DEATH shall strike the diadem from thy brow , The shroud thy robe , the lightless tomb thy home ...
... pale hands , cold as the weltering clay ! When youth is flown , and all that decks thee now , Ah , royal CIPARISSIS ! such thy doom ; Then DEATH shall strike the diadem from thy brow , The shroud thy robe , the lightless tomb thy home ...
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... pale Corse to wander from the Grave.- At length , O ! now at length , let Pity hear Whom chang'd and faithless Love refus'd to save ! These dark , waste hours allow the restless Ghost To burst the cearments of the festering Dead ...
... pale Corse to wander from the Grave.- At length , O ! now at length , let Pity hear Whom chang'd and faithless Love refus'd to save ! These dark , waste hours allow the restless Ghost To burst the cearments of the festering Dead ...
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... Pale Greville , every horror in his breast , Leaps from his couch , and frantic speeds away . And to the tomb , the fatal tomb , is flown , Where , cold in death , his injur'd JULIA lay . A moment stands by the rais'd turf ! -then down ...
... Pale Greville , every horror in his breast , Leaps from his couch , and frantic speeds away . And to the tomb , the fatal tomb , is flown , Where , cold in death , his injur'd JULIA lay . A moment stands by the rais'd turf ! -then down ...
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... pale , Pours forth the legendary tale , The Genius , from his rock - built pile , Aweful , looks down , and checks our smile . We listen - then a pleasing thrill Creeps thro ' our frame , and charms our will , ' Till , fill'd with forms ...
... pale , Pours forth the legendary tale , The Genius , from his rock - built pile , Aweful , looks down , and checks our smile . We listen - then a pleasing thrill Creeps thro ' our frame , and charms our will , ' Till , fill'd with forms ...
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... pale , Scarce lends a feeble ray ; Soon my freed spirit shall ascend To God , my father , and my friend , In realms of endless day ! A GLEE . TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK , BY THEOPHILUS SWIFT , ESQ . Κυρη τις μ ' εφίλησε ποθεσπερα ...
... pale , Scarce lends a feeble ray ; Soon my freed spirit shall ascend To God , my father , and my friend , In realms of endless day ! A GLEE . TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK , BY THEOPHILUS SWIFT , ESQ . Κυρη τις μ ' εφίλησε ποθεσπερα ...
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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 4 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1806 |
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222 psl. - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
221 psl. - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ! While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
200 psl. - Your frequent steps are found ; Angels of love ! you hover near, To bind the stranger's wound. You wash with tears the bloody page Which human crimes deform ; When vengeance threats, your prayers ascend And break the gathering storm. As down the summer stream of vice The thoughtless many glide ; Upward you steer your steady bark, And stem the rushing tide. Where guilt her foul contagion breathes, And golden spoils allure ; Unspotted still your garments shine, Your hands are ever pure.
443 psl. - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too. As the sun-shine or rain may prevail; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail...
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444 psl. - I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail...
331 psl. - THE EXCHANGE WE pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping: I could not tell the reason why, But oh! I trembled like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain; I went, and shook like any reed! I strove to act the man in vain! We had exchanged our hearts indeed.
221 psl. - As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.