The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volumen7F.C. & J. Rivington, 1812 |
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may not tell the mournful scene When William left her clasping arms , → Ye that have loved and parted been , Ah ! well ye know her fond alarms ! I may not tell what anguish rent Her heart , when with the martial train To injured ...
may not tell the mournful scene When William left her clasping arms , → Ye that have loved and parted been , Ah ! well ye know her fond alarms ! I may not tell what anguish rent Her heart , when with the martial train To injured ...
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... arms out - stretch'd they guard the land , Now black they sternly frown in grim attire , Now white their glittering helmets glow with fire , Now to the east their giant arms extend , Now to the west in airy circles bend , One magic eye ...
... arms out - stretch'd they guard the land , Now black they sternly frown in grim attire , Now white their glittering helmets glow with fire , Now to the east their giant arms extend , Now to the west in airy circles bend , One magic eye ...
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... arms of the thousands who died— It tells that those beams shone as clear on the day , When each warrior slept on his death - bed of clay ; And it sighs , that sad breeze , as opprest with the groans , Which the voice of the dying had ...
... arms of the thousands who died— It tells that those beams shone as clear on the day , When each warrior slept on his death - bed of clay ; And it sighs , that sad breeze , as opprest with the groans , Which the voice of the dying had ...
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... arms All broken and gory , beside the cold dead ; And long by the hearth of each warrior's home , His children shall listen , and wish he were come ; And long shall that wish to each bosom be dear , Ah ! long in each eye shall it combat ...
... arms All broken and gory , beside the cold dead ; And long by the hearth of each warrior's home , His children shall listen , and wish he were come ; And long shall that wish to each bosom be dear , Ah ! long in each eye shall it combat ...
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... filial love , His little arms , behold him ! from above He stretches , reprimands th ' incessant tear , And says , my parents , I will meet you here . " 66 ODE ON MYRA . BY THE LATE REV . DR 22 Epitaph, for a Child By Professor Richardson.
... filial love , His little arms , behold him ! from above He stretches , reprimands th ' incessant tear , And says , my parents , I will meet you here . " 66 ODE ON MYRA . BY THE LATE REV . DR 22 Epitaph, for a Child By Professor Richardson.
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ANGANTYR Aveyron beam beauty behold beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek clouds dark dear death delight dread e'en EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers Genius gentle gleams gloom glow grace grave hand head heart heaven HERVOR hope HORACE IN LONDON hour LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM light Lycon lyre maid MARY RUSSELL MITFORD mind Monody mortal Muse Muse's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion peace pleasure poem poetical praise pride PRIESTLEY rapture rose scene scorn shade shine shore sigh SIRMIO sleep Small 8vo smile soft song SONNET soon Sophron sorrow soul spirit sweet tears Theatre Royal thee Theodore Edward Hook thine thou thro tomb trembling vale verse virtue waves ween weep wild wings youth
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Página 532 - And in far other scenes! For I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...
Página 532 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall. Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon, DEJECTION.
Página 333 - I sang, amid a slavish band : And when to whelm the disenchanted nation, Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand, The Monarchs...
Página 230 - And all our dainty terms for fratricide; Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which We join no feeling and attach no form! As if the soldier died without a wound; As if the fibres of this godlike frame Were gored without a pang...
Página 232 - To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, Have drunk in all my intellectual life, All sweet sensations, all ennobling thoughts, All adoration of the God in nature, All lovely and all honourable things, Whatever makes this mortal spirit feel The joy and greatness of its future being?
Página 227 - tis a quiet spirit-healing nook ! Which all, methinks, would love ; but chiefly he, The humble man, who, in his youthful years, Knew just so much of folly, as had made His early manhood more securely wise...
Página 532 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought!
Página 572 - Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who lived about the time of Shakspeare...
Página 334 - Forgive me, Freedom! O forgive those dreams! I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament, From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent— I hear thy groans upon her blood-stained streams!
Página 233 - The joy and greatness of its future being ? There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrowed from my country. O divine And beauteous island ! thou hast been my sole And most magnificent temple, in the which 1 walk with awe, and sing my stately songs, Loving the God that made me...