The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volumen7F. and C. Rivington, 1812 |
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... that dread night , " Save for that sweet one far away , " More dear than health , or life , or light ! " For her my parting breath shall pray , " And we shall meet in regions bright ! " She sinks subdued ; but not in death , Though 8.
... that dread night , " Save for that sweet one far away , " More dear than health , or life , or light ! " For her my parting breath shall pray , " And we shall meet in regions bright ! " She sinks subdued ; but not in death , Though 8.
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... dear , Ah ! long in each eye shall it combat the tear . Perhaps that same night , when 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 ...
... dear , Ah ! long in each eye shall it combat the tear . Perhaps that same night , when 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 ...
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... dear hands the meal prepare ; My hut would be a palace rare , If bless'd with love and thee , Mary . No light but from thy beamy eyes , No warmth but what thy love supplies , No music but thy low - breath'd sighs , And they shall thrill ...
... dear hands the meal prepare ; My hut would be a palace rare , If bless'd with love and thee , Mary . No light but from thy beamy eyes , No warmth but what thy love supplies , No music but thy low - breath'd sighs , And they shall thrill ...
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... dear , He braves the blast keen blowing . And who is he that all the night Has search'd the heath all over , Pale as a death shroud with affright ?? Oh Patty ! ' tis thy lover . " I've search'd " he to the father calls , " I've search'd ...
... dear , He braves the blast keen blowing . And who is he that all the night Has search'd the heath all over , Pale as a death shroud with affright ?? Oh Patty ! ' tis thy lover . " I've search'd " he to the father calls , " I've search'd ...
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... mountainous array " That Swedeland's rocks , in gloomy pomp , display , " And Funen , dear to freedom , where a band " Of patriots vow'd to die , or free their native land . " TO A BEAUTIFUL BEGGAR * ( Supposed to have been 69.
... mountainous array " That Swedeland's rocks , in gloomy pomp , display , " And Funen , dear to freedom , where a band " Of patriots vow'd to die , or free their native land . " TO A BEAUTIFUL BEGGAR * ( Supposed to have been 69.
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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.