The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volumen7F. and C. Rivington, 1812 |
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... sighs ; Her cold heart seems transform'd to stone ; But light'ning flashes from her eyes , And in her wild and hollow tone , Despair and madness seem to rise . O'erclouded was that reason bright , That mental vision pure and clear ...
... sighs ; Her cold heart seems transform'd to stone ; But light'ning flashes from her eyes , And in her wild and hollow tone , Despair and madness seem to rise . O'erclouded was that reason bright , That mental vision pure and clear ...
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... sigh for scenes of mimic woe , To bid the tear for fancied sorrows flow ; No gesture known , but those which Nature taught ; No labour'd skill , to point the pregnant thought ; New to the smother'd tone of stifling grief , The sudden ...
... sigh for scenes of mimic woe , To bid the tear for fancied sorrows flow ; No gesture known , but those which Nature taught ; No labour'd skill , to point the pregnant thought ; New to the smother'd tone of stifling grief , The sudden ...
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... sigh which the sorrows of others impart To ennoble our nature , and better the heart ! — Did they know but all this ! -they would soon be at rest , And conquer their dread of a perilous jest . But soft - for methinks , as I chatter , I ...
... sigh which the sorrows of others impart To ennoble our nature , and better the heart ! — Did they know but all this ! -they would soon be at rest , And conquer their dread of a perilous jest . But soft - for methinks , as I chatter , I ...
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... sighs , that sad breeze , as opprest with the groans , Which the voice of the dying had mixt with its moans . Then how drear came the night o'er the late - swarming heath , [ breath ; While the grass whistled shrill to the hollow wind's ...
... sighs , that sad breeze , as opprest with the groans , Which the voice of the dying had mixt with its moans . Then how drear came the night o'er the late - swarming heath , [ breath ; While the grass whistled shrill to the hollow wind's ...
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... sigh That it shone on his tent , while he wakeful might lay , Or be dreaming of her , and his home far away : Then turning to join the gay ring round the fire , She would smile with her children and talk of their sire ; If she wept for ...
... sigh That it shone on his tent , while he wakeful might lay , Or be dreaming of her , and his home far away : Then turning to join the gay ring round the fire , She would smile with her children and talk of their sire ; If she wept for ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.