The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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... Poets , he hoped that he might be able to obtain authentic materials , for carrying his purpose into execution . In that hope he has been disappointed . Anecdotes , and even lives , from newspapers , magazines , and other unau ...
... Poets , he hoped that he might be able to obtain authentic materials , for carrying his purpose into execution . In that hope he has been disappointed . Anecdotes , and even lives , from newspapers , magazines , and other unau ...
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... Poem of Palestine , how strong a claim he has to be ranked among the fa- vourites of the Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the ...
... Poem of Palestine , how strong a claim he has to be ranked among the fa- vourites of the Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the ...
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... Poem " Charity " modernised by Anna Seward The Helot's Song , by W. Preston , Esq ; Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman Page 3 9 ΤΟ II 12 16 17 2L 24 ...
... Poem " Charity " modernised by Anna Seward The Helot's Song , by W. Preston , Esq ; Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman Page 3 9 ΤΟ II 12 16 17 2L 24 ...
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... from the Greek of Julian 170 - 171 The Country Maid , a Pastoral Ballad , by Miss Seward 172 Epigram , from the Greek 174 Palestine , a Prize Poem , by Mr. Reginald Heber 175 SUPPLEMENT TO ORIGINAL POETRY . The Crusades , by Mr. xi.
... from the Greek of Julian 170 - 171 The Country Maid , a Pastoral Ballad , by Miss Seward 172 Epigram , from the Greek 174 Palestine , a Prize Poem , by Mr. Reginald Heber 175 SUPPLEMENT TO ORIGINAL POETRY . The Crusades , by Mr. xi.
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... Italian of Mozarello after the Manner of the old English Poets , by Anna Seward - - from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 265 268 269 277 278 279 282 283 284 285 286 Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport xill.
... Italian of Mozarello after the Manner of the old English Poets , by Anna Seward - - from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 265 268 269 277 278 279 282 283 284 285 286 Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport xill.
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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.