The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 2 tomasF. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... d , and silent door . With eager look , and plaintive whine , Snuff thro ' each chink the passing air ; Ah ! little wretch , I mournful cried , Thy lovely mistress is not there ! Slow he walk'd away , and hung His sullen head 4.
... d , and silent door . With eager look , and plaintive whine , Snuff thro ' each chink the passing air ; Ah ! little wretch , I mournful cried , Thy lovely mistress is not there ! Slow he walk'd away , and hung His sullen head 4.
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... thro ' the summer's day , Glide , bright with hope , enamour'd hours away . 2 . For now , my love - devoted Soul , at rest , Hails all the lonely graces of the scene ; Hails them , in soft , confiding fondness blest , And leaves ...
... thro ' the summer's day , Glide , bright with hope , enamour'd hours away . 2 . For now , my love - devoted Soul , at rest , Hails all the lonely graces of the scene ; Hails them , in soft , confiding fondness blest , And leaves ...
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... 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 , that shed Gloom o'er th ...
... 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 , that shed Gloom o'er th ...
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... thro ' the dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a Pilgrim array'd ; ( Though dimly descried by the moon's clouded ray ) Who thus , in low accents , well ...
... thro ' the dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a Pilgrim array'd ; ( Though dimly descried by the moon's clouded ray ) Who thus , in low accents , well ...
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... Thro ' all the duties of his rustic sphere , Enjoy the blessings of a cheerful mind , A cloudless judgment , and a conscience clear.- These are the joys that wait the simple swain Who 46 To the Hon T Brand, by Dr W L Brown.
... Thro ' all the duties of his rustic sphere , Enjoy the blessings of a cheerful mind , A cloudless judgment , and a conscience clear.- These are the joys that wait the simple swain Who 46 To the Hon T Brand, by Dr W L Brown.
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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 3 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1804 |
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232 psl. - 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.
191 psl. - 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.
308 psl. - 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?
306 psl. - 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...
231 psl. - 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.
244 psl. - 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.
308 psl. - 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!
307 psl. - 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...
307 psl. - 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!
308 psl. - 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!