The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 2권F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... heaven that's in thine arms . But can that soft , that yielding soul It's generous warfare long maintain , Defy constraint , and haste to seek The shelter of these arms again ? O ! yes , while Memory's power remains , Her glowing images ...
... heaven that's in thine arms . But can that soft , that yielding soul It's generous warfare long maintain , Defy constraint , and haste to seek The shelter of these arms again ? O ! yes , while Memory's power remains , Her glowing images ...
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... heaven , And mine the cloud - formed gloom to weave , Whose shades involve the polar Even . When round the struggling vessel's keel The ocean's maddening waves congeal , And the dim moon , with crimsoned rays , Upon the stiffened ...
... heaven , And mine the cloud - formed gloom to weave , Whose shades involve the polar Even . When round the struggling vessel's keel The ocean's maddening waves congeal , And the dim moon , with crimsoned rays , Upon the stiffened ...
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... plain , They end his long unpitied toils , And burst his blood - encrusted chain . Yes , the tremendous power is mine , To shake Oppression's hated shrine ; My hand unnerves her coward soul , While heaven's avenging C4 23.
... plain , They end his long unpitied toils , And burst his blood - encrusted chain . Yes , the tremendous power is mine , To shake Oppression's hated shrine ; My hand unnerves her coward soul , While heaven's avenging C4 23.
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My hand unnerves her coward soul , While heaven's avenging thunders roll ; I guide the flame - winged lightning's course , I bid the struggling earthquake groan , While the tornado's fearful force Shakes the bright Summer's tropic ...
My hand unnerves her coward soul , While heaven's avenging thunders roll ; I guide the flame - winged lightning's course , I bid the struggling earthquake groan , While the tornado's fearful force Shakes the bright Summer's tropic ...
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... swollen spring o'erleaps its bound And robs their infant roots of fostering mound ; Guard their soft buds from mildew's baleful power , And Jove's red bolt in heaven's indignant hour : Nurse , and protect them , till revolving time On 25.
... swollen spring o'erleaps its bound And robs their infant roots of fostering mound ; Guard their soft buds from mildew's baleful power , And Jove's red bolt in heaven's indignant hour : Nurse , and protect them , till revolving time On 25.
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Almer ANNA SEWARD beam beauty beneath blest bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright charms clouds cold dark dear death deep delight dread Dundrennan Abbey EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear fond frown gay bowers gentle glow grace grave grief hail hand hear heart Heaven hope hour LEFTLY light lonely lov'd Lupercio lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE Metastasio mind Monody mourn Muse ne'er NEREID night numbers o'er pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride R. A. Davenport rapture rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SWIFT SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tender thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling vale verse Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB virtue vision of delight wave weep wild winds youth
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229 페이지 - 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.
191 페이지 - 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.
400 페이지 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil — Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
306 페이지 - 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...
308 페이지 - 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!
190 페이지 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
230 페이지 - 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...
183 페이지 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
307 페이지 - 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! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
183 페이지 - 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.