The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 2. kötetF.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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vii. oldal
... feels pleasure also in owning , how much he is indebted to Mr. Preston and Mr. Heber . The former has been long known and admired in the literary world , and the latter has proved , by his beautiful Poem of Palestine , how strong a ...
... feels pleasure also in owning , how much he is indebted to Mr. Preston and Mr. Heber . The former has been long known and admired in the literary world , and the latter has proved , by his beautiful Poem of Palestine , how strong a ...
13. oldal
... feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The thousand hopeless vain pursuits , The plants that teem with bitter fruits , When the fierce noon - tide glare is fled , Decline , and hang the withering head . Come , Age , with influence kind ...
... feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The thousand hopeless vain pursuits , The plants that teem with bitter fruits , When the fierce noon - tide glare is fled , Decline , and hang the withering head . Come , Age , with influence kind ...
19. oldal
... feel the pangs of despair ; " For the draught that I gave thee - was death . " No more with soft wishes thy bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper ...
... feel the pangs of despair ; " For the draught that I gave thee - was death . " No more with soft wishes thy bosom shall heave , " Or Love dart his fires from thine eye ; " No more , Hope's gay visions thy fancy deceive , " Or whisper ...
27. oldal
... feels within his mind Thy soft persuasive beauty's force . Thou goest o'er the lonely deep To waste thy splendour on the tide , Where only sea - born monsters sweep , Unheeding of thy beamy pride ; Or on some woody mountain's head ...
... feels within his mind Thy soft persuasive beauty's force . Thou goest o'er the lonely deep To waste thy splendour on the tide , Where only sea - born monsters sweep , Unheeding of thy beamy pride ; Or on some woody mountain's head ...
30. oldal
... feeling mind , her stores : Green groves there nod the lofty head , And winding waters wash the shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a ...
... feeling mind , her stores : Green groves there nod the lofty head , And winding waters wash the shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a ...
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229. oldal - 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.
191. oldal - 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.
400. oldal - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil — Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
306. oldal - 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...
308. oldal - 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!
190. oldal - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
230. oldal - 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! Few, few shall part where many meet...
183. oldal - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
307. oldal - 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! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
183. oldal - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.