The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... sorrow and the joy ; But , ' tis a theme which may the tongue employ , From coral lips bid tuneful nonsense flow , And the fair form in graceful postures show . Lord ! with what scorn she marks the vulgar crew , That rest in common ...
... sorrow and the joy ; But , ' tis a theme which may the tongue employ , From coral lips bid tuneful nonsense flow , And the fair form in graceful postures show . Lord ! with what scorn she marks the vulgar crew , That rest in common ...
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... sorrows printed on my brow , My head declining with a weight of snow , My hopes and projects running all to waste , Have taught me rhyme is foolishness at last ; That deadly blights attend Aonia's dew ; More baneful far the laurel than ...
... sorrows printed on my brow , My head declining with a weight of snow , My hopes and projects running all to waste , Have taught me rhyme is foolishness at last ; That deadly blights attend Aonia's dew ; More baneful far the laurel than ...
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... sorrow to compose . Like young Alcides comes the year , And sternly in it's cradle frowns ; The fatal serpent brood are round , Famine , and Death , and Rage , and Fear , Canker'd Rebellion gnawing crowns , And Discord's brazen fangs ...
... sorrow to compose . Like young Alcides comes the year , And sternly in it's cradle frowns ; The fatal serpent brood are round , Famine , and Death , and Rage , and Fear , Canker'd Rebellion gnawing crowns , And Discord's brazen fangs ...
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... bosom fly , And bid my beauty live , my sorrows die . No words can paint how faithful I will prove , And must not tell how tenderly I love . VOL . III . E 1 re Are the Migr body Bride survey'd TinyPierreine tried in 49.
... bosom fly , And bid my beauty live , my sorrows die . No words can paint how faithful I will prove , And must not tell how tenderly I love . VOL . III . E 1 re Are the Migr body Bride survey'd TinyPierreine tried in 49.
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... Son , thy obsequies ? — Oh , far remote , unheard , and low , From drooping eyes the sorrows flow . While rapine wild and faithless deed Ordain the victim Host to bleed , The gentle Sister , constant Wife , The parent fond 63.
... Son , thy obsequies ? — Oh , far remote , unheard , and low , From drooping eyes the sorrows flow . While rapine wild and faithless deed Ordain the victim Host to bleed , The gentle Sister , constant Wife , The parent fond 63.
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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
热门引用章节
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.