The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... rhyme is foolishness at last ; That deadly blights attend Aonia's dew ; More baneful far the laurel than the yew , For pain and scorn , and penury invade Th ' incautious man that slumbers in it's shade . Why was I tempted with Icarian ...
... rhyme is foolishness at last ; That deadly blights attend Aonia's dew ; More baneful far the laurel than the yew , For pain and scorn , and penury invade Th ' incautious man that slumbers in it's shade . Why was I tempted with Icarian ...
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... rhymes.- Wise was my mother : —when I was a boy , And scribbled verses with an idle joy , She chid me daily as a thriftless fool ; And daily urg'd to learn the golden rule . 30 Then , earliest friend * , tho ' proud and rash and young ...
... rhymes.- Wise was my mother : —when I was a boy , And scribbled verses with an idle joy , She chid me daily as a thriftless fool ; And daily urg'd to learn the golden rule . 30 Then , earliest friend * , tho ' proud and rash and young ...
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... rhymes ; " And splendid poverty will scarce allow " The barren tribute of a courtly bow . 100 " I've read " how things inanimate have mov'd ” — " Arion's lyre ev'n oddest fishes lov'd ; " Hope not applause from senators and peers ...
... rhymes ; " And splendid poverty will scarce allow " The barren tribute of a courtly bow . 100 " I've read " how things inanimate have mov'd ” — " Arion's lyre ev'n oddest fishes lov'd ; " Hope not applause from senators and peers ...
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... rhymes , 140 " With keen research they seek ev'n trash that bears " The sacred fiat of revolving years ; " And rake the dust , with antiquarian rage , " For Grub - street Rhymers of a distant age " The Bard ( said I ) superior to the ...
... rhymes , 140 " With keen research they seek ev'n trash that bears " The sacred fiat of revolving years ; " And rake the dust , with antiquarian rage , " For Grub - street Rhymers of a distant age " The Bard ( said I ) superior to the ...
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... rhyme . " What useful lesson to the giddy throng , " What moral precept dignifies the song ? - " Not the grave censor , but th ' envenom'd foe , " Intemperate rage his ribbald railings show . " Fierce as a tiger , trifling as an ape ...
... rhyme . " What useful lesson to the giddy throng , " What moral precept dignifies the song ? - " Not the grave censor , but th ' envenom'd foe , " Intemperate rage his ribbald railings show . " Fierce as a tiger , trifling as an ape ...
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常见术语和短语
ANACREON ANNA SEWARD arms bard Battle of Delhi beam beauty beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms dark dear death deep delight dream EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate fear feel fire flame flower fond Frances Preston gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heav'n hope hour Inchcape Rock light lonely lov'd lyre maid mind morn mourn Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pale pangs peace plain pleasure poem poetical poison'd pow'r praise pride rapture rise rose round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Sparta spirit storm strain sweet swell tear Theatre Royal thee thine thou thought thro throne toil Twas vale verse virtue wave weep wild wind wing wretch youth
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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.