The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volumen7F. and C. Rivington, 1812 |
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... beneath " Ytene's oaks , " Where darkly spreads the forest gloom That echoes to the woodman's strokes , The blushing rose delights to bloom . Fair are thy villas , fairer still The cots that skirt the green wood side ; Where some lone ...
... beneath " Ytene's oaks , " Where darkly spreads the forest gloom That echoes to the woodman's strokes , The blushing rose delights to bloom . Fair are thy villas , fairer still The cots that skirt the green wood side ; Where some lone ...
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... beneath the western wave the orb of day's descended , [ spreads , And Twilight o'er the tir'd earth her dewy mantle And all the birds , save Philomel , their warbled strains have ended , [ leafy beds ; And , lull'd by whispering zephyr ...
... beneath the western wave the orb of day's descended , [ spreads , And Twilight o'er the tir'd earth her dewy mantle And all the birds , save Philomel , their warbled strains have ended , [ leafy beds ; And , lull'd by whispering zephyr ...
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... beneath the keen blast , Her soldier lay stiffen'd , and chill on the waste , The wife would look out and contemplate the sky- Survey the mild moon - beam - and think with a sigh That it shone on his tent , while he wakeful might lay ...
... beneath the keen blast , Her soldier lay stiffen'd , and chill on the waste , The wife would look out and contemplate the sky- Survey the mild moon - beam - and think with a sigh That it shone on his tent , while he wakeful might lay ...
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... beneath the sky With Myra there is none can vie , That lovely nymph at Court * ; Her chaste reserve , her modest air , Her words , her looks , my soul ensnare , And ev'ry sense transport . There's something in her mien and grace So far ...
... beneath the sky With Myra there is none can vie , That lovely nymph at Court * ; Her chaste reserve , her modest air , Her words , her looks , my soul ensnare , And ev'ry sense transport . There's something in her mien and grace So far ...
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... beneath a parent hand , Young flow'rets , rear'd to grace your native land , In him , who held in sight the noblest end , Ye lose your Guide , your Guardian , and your Friend ; He show'd the prize for generous deeds prepared , And ...
... beneath a parent hand , Young flow'rets , rear'd to grace your native land , In him , who held in sight the noblest end , Ye lose your Guide , your Guardian , and your Friend ; He show'd the prize for generous deeds prepared , And ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANGANTYR Aveyron beam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek clouds dark dear death deep Dersa dread e'en EPIGRAM eternal ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear feel flame flowers Funen gentle gloom glow grace grave hand hear heart heaven heavenly HERVOR holy hope HORACE IN LONDON hour LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM light lonely Lycon lyre maid MARY RUSSELL MITFORD mind morn mortal mourn Muse Muse's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion PAULICIANS peace poison'd praise pride PRIESTLEY rais'd rapture rose round scene scorn shade shine shore sigh SIRMIO sleep smile soft song SONNET soon Sophron sorrow soul spirit strain sweet sweet oblivion tears thee Themistius thine thou thro tomb trembling vale virtue voice waves ween weep wild wings youth zeal
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Página 534 - 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 335 - I sang, amid a slavish band : And when to whelm the disenchanted nation, Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand, The Monarchs...
Página 233 - As though he had no wife to pine for him, No God to judge him! Therefore, evil days Are coming on us, O my countrymen! And what if all-avenging Providence, Strong and retributive, should make us know The meaning of our words, force us to feel The desolation and the agony Of our fierce doings?
Página 534 - ... 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: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Página 534 - 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...
Página 334 - Yea, every thing that is and will be free! Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be, With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.
Página 532 - With all the numberless goings on of life, Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks...
Página 336 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
Página 533 - To watch that fluttering stranger! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music...
Página 308 - The qualities rare in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail : The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be left in its tail.