The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... breath , " No longer my soul thy indifference shall bear ; " But my Rival in turn feel the pangs of despair ; " For the draught that I gave thee was death . " No more with soft wishes thy bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires ...
... breath , " No longer my soul thy indifference shall bear ; " But my Rival in turn feel the pangs of despair ; " For the draught that I gave thee was death . " No more with soft wishes thy bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires ...
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... these scenes to brave , To tread the icy - mantled sea , — I seal their doom , no power can save , Or my devoted victims free ! T Obedient to my dread behest , The whirlwind's breath rends c 3 21 The Spirit of the Storm, an Ode.
... these scenes to brave , To tread the icy - mantled sea , — I seal their doom , no power can save , Or my devoted victims free ! T Obedient to my dread behest , The whirlwind's breath rends c 3 21 The Spirit of the Storm, an Ode.
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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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... breath , — " Give us Freedom , give us Death . " God of Armies hear . When the bones on earth shall lie , Weltering to the Summer's sky ; Tho ' no sepulture they find , Tho ' they whiten in the wind ; Yet , exult not , haughty foe ...
... breath , — " Give us Freedom , give us Death . " God of Armies hear . When the bones on earth shall lie , Weltering to the Summer's sky ; Tho ' no sepulture they find , Tho ' they whiten in the wind ; Yet , exult not , haughty foe ...
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... breath , And dying kiss each pallid face .-- 19 . Even now I hear the Veteran cry , " Oh stay , your Father with ye " In Britain's cause we nobly die , falls ! " And who shall shrink when Britain calls ? - 20 . " But oh , thou GOD ...
... breath , And dying kiss each pallid face .-- 19 . Even now I hear the Veteran cry , " Oh stay , your Father with ye " In Britain's cause we nobly die , falls ! " And who shall shrink when Britain calls ? - 20 . " But oh , thou GOD ...
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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!