The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 2±ÇF. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... hand of Sickness heavy falls . Spare them and let me wear away , With unperceived and mild decay . Let me not know the pang , that rends An aged Mourner from his friends : Nor , yet , on Nature's pledges dear , Untimely ravish'd shed ...
... hand of Sickness heavy falls . Spare them and let me wear away , With unperceived and mild decay . Let me not know the pang , that rends An aged Mourner from his friends : Nor , yet , on Nature's pledges dear , Untimely ravish'd shed ...
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... hands have prepared it , though narrow , and " cold , " With a winding - sheet only our limbs to infold : - " " Tis ... hand closed , Two moons , the sad lover in solitude pined ; Ere the third rose full - orb'd , his pale corse was con ...
... hands have prepared it , though narrow , and " cold , " With a winding - sheet only our limbs to infold : - " " Tis ... hand closed , Two moons , the sad lover in solitude pined ; Ere the third rose full - orb'd , his pale corse was con ...
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... hands o'er the turf which conceals the fond pair , While a soft tear to pity from rapture they spare ; And plight the reciprocal vow . F. * Telephium roseum , Orpine , or rose - root . Vulg . Midsummer - men . THE SPIRIT OF THE STORM ...
... hands o'er the turf which conceals the fond pair , While a soft tear to pity from rapture they spare ; And plight the reciprocal vow . F. * Telephium roseum , Orpine , or rose - root . Vulg . Midsummer - men . THE SPIRIT OF THE STORM ...
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... hand That Guilt , triumphant , reared on high : Unawed the son of Afric smiles , As Death and Ruin scour the plain , They end his long unpitied toils , And burst his blood - encrusted chain . Yes , the tremendous power is mine , To ...
... hand That Guilt , triumphant , reared on high : Unawed the son of Afric smiles , As Death and Ruin scour the plain , They end his long unpitied toils , And burst his blood - encrusted chain . Yes , the tremendous power is mine , To ...
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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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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!