The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... dreaded frown , Whose chidings loud the gentle voice Of Love's persuasive pleadings drown . That sylvan cottage is thine own , A tender mother's kind bequest , Far from thy haughty Father's power , " Twill give us shelter , food , and ...
... dreaded frown , Whose chidings loud the gentle voice Of Love's persuasive pleadings drown . That sylvan cottage is thine own , A tender mother's kind bequest , Far from thy haughty Father's power , " Twill give us shelter , food , and ...
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... d ! Yet still they hope these scenes to brave , To tread the icy - mantled sea , - I seal their doom , no power can save , Or my devoted victims free ! Obedient to my dread behest , The whirlwind's breath rends c 3 21.
... d ! Yet still they hope these scenes to brave , To tread the icy - mantled sea , - I seal their doom , no power can save , Or my devoted victims free ! Obedient to my dread behest , The whirlwind's breath rends c 3 21.
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Obedient to my dread behest , The whirlwind's breath rends Ocean's breast , While Ruin scorns Distraction's cry , The frantic sufferers shriek — and die . Lo the fond mother scales the height Whose brow defies the tempest wild , And ...
Obedient to my dread behest , The whirlwind's breath rends Ocean's breast , While Ruin scorns Distraction's cry , The frantic sufferers shriek — and die . Lo the fond mother scales the height Whose brow defies the tempest wild , And ...
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... dread command , The minister of wrath I fly , To crush the dome with giant 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 ...
... dread command , The minister of wrath I fly , To crush the dome with giant 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 ...
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... dread repose , Yokes the fierce tempests to his howling car , And calls , with thundering voice , the elements to war . Shield their young boles , when o'er the snowy waste In rapid triumph rides the arrowy blast ; Watch , when the ...
... dread repose , Yokes the fierce tempests to his howling car , And calls , with thundering voice , the elements to war . Shield their young boles , when o'er the snowy waste In rapid triumph rides the arrowy blast ; Watch , when 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.