The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the value of their support . Unavoidable circumstances have delayed the pub- lication of this ...
... Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the value of their support . Unavoidable circumstances have delayed the pub- lication of this ...
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... Muse on this distinguish'd night , The Muse our Sovereign will not fail , Our proudest homage to requite . Be ours my then to shew Due honours at her patron shrine , My richest ripest flask be thine , Then let the warm libation flow To ...
... Muse on this distinguish'd night , The Muse our Sovereign will not fail , Our proudest homage to requite . Be ours my then to shew Due honours at her patron shrine , My richest ripest flask be thine , Then let the warm libation flow To ...
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... Muse shall find , For crimes and follies of mankind . Thy praises , Age , command my voice ; And let the theme reward my choice . Repress the fiery pride of Youth , Impart the love of moral truth : Without regret , I can resign The ...
... Muse shall find , For crimes and follies of mankind . Thy praises , Age , command my voice ; And let the theme reward my choice . Repress the fiery pride of Youth , Impart the love of moral truth : Without regret , I can resign The ...
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... Muse , and strike the raptur'd lyre , ' Midst yonder group of festive youth , Nor wear thou Fiction's gay attire , But the white robe of modest Truth . Among the fair , who shall thy strain attend , Thou shalt discriminate a polish'd ...
... Muse , and strike the raptur'd lyre , ' Midst yonder group of festive youth , Nor wear thou Fiction's gay attire , But the white robe of modest Truth . Among the fair , who shall thy strain attend , Thou shalt discriminate a polish'd ...
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... muse on scenes of bliss for ever gone ; And o'er the ashes of the dead shall mourn , While deep and low congenial tempests moan , When hopeless woe corrodes the aching breast , More dear the wailings of the wintry storm , When sinks the ...
... muse on scenes of bliss for ever gone ; And o'er the ashes of the dead shall mourn , While deep and low congenial tempests moan , When hopeless woe corrodes the aching breast , More dear the wailings of the wintry storm , When sinks the ...
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Страница 229 - 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.
Страница 191 - 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.
Страница 400 - 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.
Страница 306 - 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...
Страница 308 - 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!
Страница 190 - 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.
Страница 230 - 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...
Страница 183 - 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.
Страница 307 - 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...
Страница 183 - 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.