The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Hope's Invitation , by Miss L. S. Temple Elegy Zephyr and the Storm , by the Dutchess of Devonshire Inscription for a Statue of the late Duke of Bedford , by the Page 195 198 ... 199 203 207 208 212 213 Right Hon . R. Fitzpatrick 214 ...
... Hope's Invitation , by Miss L. S. Temple Elegy Zephyr and the Storm , by the Dutchess of Devonshire Inscription for a Statue of the late Duke of Bedford , by the Page 195 198 ... 199 203 207 208 212 213 Right Hon . R. Fitzpatrick 214 ...
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... Hope not applause from senators and peers , " For tuneful song no modern Log has Ears ; " In vain the Muse essays her softest mood , " For untam'd beasts of city , field , or wood . " To them no music like the charming strain , " Of ...
... Hope not applause from senators and peers , " For tuneful song no modern Log has Ears ; " In vain the Muse essays her softest mood , " For untam'd beasts of city , field , or wood . " To them no music like the charming strain , " Of ...
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... hope of heav'nly good ; 190 " And murder , stalking , with a crimson die , " Stinks like the shambles , and infects the sky ; " Cold - blooded savage ! can his fierce despair , " Find consolation in the good or fair ? " Or prize , case ...
... hope of heav'nly good ; 190 " And murder , stalking , with a crimson die , " Stinks like the shambles , and infects the sky ; " Cold - blooded savage ! can his fierce despair , " Find consolation in the good or fair ? " Or prize , case ...
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... hope ! tho ' these corrupted times Invite the painful touch of caustic rhimes ; Far , far is satire from it's sway remov'd , That surly guardian by the Muses lov'd.- The callous heart , which sometimes felt of yore , Is touch'd , and ...
... hope ! tho ' these corrupted times Invite the painful touch of caustic rhimes ; Far , far is satire from it's sway remov'd , That surly guardian by the Muses lov'd.- The callous heart , which sometimes felt of yore , Is touch'd , and ...
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... The managers will sure that aid afford , " Delusive hope had promis'd from a Lord ; " And give my weary age some calm retreat , " Where sick of rhyming , I may laugh and eat . " 370 380 390 A month sequester'd , at the task I toil 22.
... The managers will sure that aid afford , " Delusive hope had promis'd from a Lord ; " And give my weary age some calm retreat , " Where sick of rhyming , I may laugh and eat . " 370 380 390 A month sequester'd , at the task I toil 22.
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第213页 - Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, ' My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
第214页 - They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along. Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: "O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
第214页 - Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away; He scoured the seas for many a day: And now, grown rich with plundered store. He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
第395页 - Prisoner, long detained below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of woe; Welcome to a land of rest...
第212页 - No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be, Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock The waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
第342页 - And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious in vain! These rats that squeak so wild, Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt. Did ye not see her gleaming thro
第214页 - The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph," It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.
第397页 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
第212页 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
第214页 - Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, He curst himself in his despair: The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear. One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, — A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell.