The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 2±ÇF. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Green Veil 318 Song , from Metastasio 319 Winter defeated , from Burger 320 Evening , an Ode 321 Verses to a young Lady , by G. Skene 323 -addressed to the Ruins of Dundrennan Abbey 324 The Thunder Storm 327 A Wish , by Dr. Hawkesworth ...
... Green Veil 318 Song , from Metastasio 319 Winter defeated , from Burger 320 Evening , an Ode 321 Verses to a young Lady , by G. Skene 323 -addressed to the Ruins of Dundrennan Abbey 324 The Thunder Storm 327 A Wish , by Dr. Hawkesworth ...
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... green , and shady Lanes along , That wind around the sylvan cot , The cot , with ivy curtains hung . Soft setting Sun - beams gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd ...
... green , and shady Lanes along , That wind around the sylvan cot , The cot , with ivy curtains hung . Soft setting Sun - beams gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd ...
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... green sward bespangled with dew , ( While they weep at remembrance of Mabel's sad tale ) Strew bright purple pansies , and primroses pale , With hare - bells and violets blue . And at Midsummer oft ' by the stars silver light , Love ...
... green sward bespangled with dew , ( While they weep at remembrance of Mabel's sad tale ) Strew bright purple pansies , and primroses pale , With hare - bells and violets blue . And at Midsummer oft ' by the stars silver light , Love ...
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... Green groves there nod the lofty head , And winding waters wash the shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines ...
... Green groves there nod the lofty head , And winding waters wash the shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines ...
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... green ; Ye nimble lightnings run before her car , And in her train ride every splendid star ; And you , ye spheres , and everlasting choirs , Carol sweet hymns , and sweep your living lyres . Enter a FAIRY REGENT . Up , up ye votaries ...
... green ; Ye nimble lightnings run before her car , And in her train ride every splendid star ; And you , ye spheres , and everlasting choirs , Carol sweet hymns , and sweep your living lyres . Enter a FAIRY REGENT . Up , up ye votaries ...
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232 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!