The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 2. kötetF. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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vi. oldal
... Poets , he hoped that he might be able to obtain aithentic materials , for carrying his purpose into execution . In that hope he has been disappointed . Anecdotes , and even lives , from newspapers , magazines , and other unau- thorized ...
... Poets , he hoped that he might be able to obtain aithentic materials , for carrying his purpose into execution . In that hope he has been disappointed . Anecdotes , and even lives , from newspapers , magazines , and other unau- thorized ...
vii. oldal
... Poem of Palestine , how strong a claim he has to be ranked among the fa- vourites of the Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the ...
... Poem of Palestine , how strong a claim he has to be ranked among the fa- vourites of the Muse . Those friends who remain un- named , will not , he hopes , conceive that his silence arises from his not having properly appreciated the ...
ix. oldal
... Poem " Charity " modernised by Anna Seward 24 25 27 34 35 38 46 48 The Helot's Song , by W. Preston , Esq ; - Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; L -Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman ...
... Poem " Charity " modernised by Anna Seward 24 25 27 34 35 38 46 48 The Helot's Song , by W. Preston , Esq ; - Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; L -Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman ...
xi. oldal
... from the Greek of Julian - 170 - 171 The Country Maid , a Pastoral Ballad , by Miss Seward Epigram , from the Greek - Palestine , a Prize Poem , by Mr. Reginald Heber 172 174 - 175 SUPPLEMENT TO ORIGINAL POETRY . The Crusades , by Mr. xi.
... from the Greek of Julian - 170 - 171 The Country Maid , a Pastoral Ballad , by Miss Seward Epigram , from the Greek - Palestine , a Prize Poem , by Mr. Reginald Heber 172 174 - 175 SUPPLEMENT TO ORIGINAL POETRY . The Crusades , by Mr. xi.
xiii. oldal
... of Mozarello - after the Manner of the old English Poets , by Anna Seward from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 279 282 283 by 284 G 285 286 265 268 269 277 Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport xiii.
... of Mozarello - after the Manner of the old English Poets , by Anna Seward from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 279 282 283 by 284 G 285 286 265 268 269 277 Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport xiii.
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232. 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.
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.
308. oldal - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
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...
231. 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.
244. oldal - How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
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!
307. oldal - O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
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!
308. oldal - Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou too, hoar Mount!