The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 2. kötetF.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 |
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15. oldal
... wild excess , the vagrant glow . Who can describe the pure delight , When childrens ' children glad the sight ? What transport for our Age is stor❜d , When tender olives grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act ...
... wild excess , the vagrant glow . Who can describe the pure delight , When childrens ' children glad the sight ? What transport for our Age is stor❜d , When tender olives grace the board ! Each look benign , each accent kind , Each act ...
22. oldal
... wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While ...
... wild , And there she spends the fearful night , To hail her long expected child ; Her hoary locks float on the storm , Fierce on her head the wild winds beat , When from the deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While ...
23. oldal
Hear , ye fierce demons of the air , Preserve yon savage in the wild ; For know your monarch loves to spare The rude north's tempest - beaten child . Where Freedom cheers her western clime , From Andes ' brow that towers sublime , I ...
Hear , ye fierce demons of the air , Preserve yon savage in the wild ; For know your monarch loves to spare The rude north's tempest - beaten child . Where Freedom cheers her western clime , From Andes ' brow that towers sublime , I ...
27. oldal
... wilds shall drink thy ray ; Where savage tigers prowling tread , And savage men more fierce than they ; Or on the long Atlantic shore , The realm of trade thy view shall greet , Where busy labour plies the oar , And jostles in the ...
... wilds shall drink thy ray ; Where savage tigers prowling tread , And savage men more fierce than they ; Or on the long Atlantic shore , The realm of trade thy view shall greet , Where busy labour plies the oar , And jostles in the ...
39. oldal
... I did it not till you Became capricious , proud , and peevish too . You either fled me , or but stopp'd to chide , Laugh'd at my tears , and all my threats defied . Yet over Hyacinthus sad you hung , Or wild and D 4 39.
... I did it not till you Became capricious , proud , and peevish too . You either fled me , or but stopp'd to chide , Laugh'd at my tears , and all my threats defied . Yet over Hyacinthus sad you hung , Or wild and D 4 39.
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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.