The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Том 2F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... dark and final goal , Ere Time the ravish'd happiness restores To pass together some of those few hours , Forming the short , irrevocable day , That stays for none , and fleets so swift away . EVANDER TO EMILLIA , EMILLIA , thou art far ...
... dark and final goal , Ere Time the ravish'd happiness restores To pass together some of those few hours , Forming the short , irrevocable day , That stays for none , and fleets so swift away . EVANDER TO EMILLIA , EMILLIA , thou art far ...
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... dark our future years . 5 . The clouds disperse ! -our long disastrous love , Trembling beneath pale Ruin's hovering wings , Emerges from their shade ! O ! may it prove No meteor - fire , that now before us springs , But a mild pole ...
... dark our future years . 5 . The clouds disperse ! -our long disastrous love , Trembling beneath pale Ruin's hovering wings , Emerges from their shade ! O ! may it prove No meteor - fire , that now before us springs , But a mild pole ...
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... dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a Pilgrim array'd ; ( Though dimly descried by the moon's clouded ray ) Who thus , in low accents , well skill'd to ...
... dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a Pilgrim array'd ; ( Though dimly descried by the moon's clouded ray ) Who thus , in low accents , well skill'd to ...
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... dark bosom of the cloud , That bears my form o'er Lapland's flood , The meteor's vivid flame I urge , Far glittering ... darkness throned , delights to dwell . Hear , ye fierce demons of the air , Preserve 22.
... dark bosom of the cloud , That bears my form o'er Lapland's flood , The meteor's vivid flame I urge , Far glittering ... darkness throned , delights to dwell . Hear , ye fierce demons of the air , Preserve 22.
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... dark rocks the vapours glide , That mingling seem a surging deep , While o'er the troubled aërial tide , On sable wings I proudly sweep ; The dryads of the distant wood Awake their wildest screams of woe , As swift I tear the storm ...
... dark rocks the vapours glide , That mingling seem a surging deep , While o'er the troubled aërial tide , On sable wings I proudly sweep ; The dryads of the distant wood Awake their wildest screams of woe , As swift I tear the storm ...
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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!