The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... blank Verse ; Honington Green , a Ballad ; the Culprit , an Elegy ; and other Poems , on various Subjects , by Nathaniel Bloomfield . Small 8vo . pp . 124 . THIS volume of poems is introduced to the world by Mr. Capel Lofft , in a long ...
... blank Verse ; Honington Green , a Ballad ; the Culprit , an Elegy ; and other Poems , on various Subjects , by Nathaniel Bloomfield . Small 8vo . pp . 124 . THIS volume of poems is introduced to the world by Mr. Capel Lofft , in a long ...
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... poem in this volume , is written in blank verse . Both the blank and rhymed verse of Mr. Cottle are entitled to the praise of variety and animation . The reader of these poems will be rewarded in his progress through them , by some ...
... poem in this volume , is written in blank verse . Both the blank and rhymed verse of Mr. Cottle are entitled to the praise of variety and animation . The reader of these poems will be rewarded in his progress through them , by some ...
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... blank verse , gained the Seaton prize in the year 1794 : the second , in which the author has chosen rhyme , was an 434.
... blank verse , gained the Seaton prize in the year 1794 : the second , in which the author has chosen rhyme , was an 434.
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... blank verse or rhyme , is polished and vigorous . Some of the smaller poems are neat and spirited . Pleasures of ... poem now under consideration are , however , uniformly for the better . The additions have been skilfully inserted , and ...
... blank verse or rhyme , is polished and vigorous . Some of the smaller poems are neat and spirited . Pleasures of ... poem now under consideration are , however , uniformly for the better . The additions have been skilfully inserted , and ...
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... blank verse . But so unlucky has the projector been that , though he has charitably placed an accent over various words as a sort of direc- tion post , it is impossible to make verse of the greatest part of his lines . Some of the names ...
... blank verse . But so unlucky has the projector been that , though he has charitably placed an accent over various words as a sort of direc- tion post , it is impossible to make verse of the greatest part of his lines . Some of the names ...
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Страница 232 - 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.
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 308 - 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?
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 231 - 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 244 - 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.
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 307 - 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...
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!
Страница 308 - 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!