The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 4±ÇF.C. & J. Rivington, 1806 |
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... heav'n his hand , That minister of high command The terrors of the croud repress'd , And smooth'd their troubl'd wave to rest-- Then spoke and round the pillar'd stone Deep silence drank his silver tone . " HE , who , from elemental ...
... heav'n his hand , That minister of high command The terrors of the croud repress'd , And smooth'd their troubl'd wave to rest-- Then spoke and round the pillar'd stone Deep silence drank his silver tone . " HE , who , from elemental ...
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... Heav'n regains its blue serene . " And soon the mild propitious pow'r , " Which consecrates the ev'ning hour , " Shall bend again her silver bow , " Again her softer day shall throw , " Smooth the dark brow of savage Kyle , " And grim ...
... Heav'n regains its blue serene . " And soon the mild propitious pow'r , " Which consecrates the ev'ning hour , " Shall bend again her silver bow , " Again her softer day shall throw , " Smooth the dark brow of savage Kyle , " And grim ...
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... Heav'n would spare a hapless land ; That days of ruin , havoc , spoil , Would cease to desolate the soil ; Justice , tho ' late , begin her course , Subdued the lion law of force ; There was a hope that civil hate , No more a policy of ...
... Heav'n would spare a hapless land ; That days of ruin , havoc , spoil , Would cease to desolate the soil ; Justice , tho ' late , begin her course , Subdued the lion law of force ; There was a hope that civil hate , No more a policy of ...
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... , thou insensible Key , How gladly I'd change situations with thee ! For to thee , like the Key of St. Peter , is given To guard o'er the gateway - that leads into Heav'n ! P **** , VERSES . BY THE REV . DR . LAYARD , 31 Extempore on a Key.
... , thou insensible Key , How gladly I'd change situations with thee ! For to thee , like the Key of St. Peter , is given To guard o'er the gateway - that leads into Heav'n ! P **** , VERSES . BY THE REV . DR . LAYARD , 31 Extempore on a Key.
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... heav'n , The fuller blessings of the feeling mind ! To worldlings still let common sense be giv❜n , Indulge me with a sense of nobler kind ! Be mine to ramble still in Fancy's maze , By fond Imagination led astray ; On Life's bright ...
... heav'n , The fuller blessings of the feeling mind ! To worldlings still let common sense be giv❜n , Indulge me with a sense of nobler kind ! Be mine to ramble still in Fancy's maze , By fond Imagination led astray ; On Life's bright ...
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234 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
396 ÆäÀÌÁö - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
456 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again : But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare Today, May become Everlasting Tomorrow.
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
455 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
456 ÆäÀÌÁö - I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail...
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - has been so much accustomed of late to didactic poetry alone, and essays on moral subjects, that any work, where the imagination is much indulged, will perhaps not be relished or regarded.