The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 第 2 卷F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... deep - swelling blast ; Blue tapers funereal * pale gleam'd on her eye , And meteors portentous shot thro ' the dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a ...
... deep - swelling blast ; Blue tapers funereal * pale gleam'd on her eye , And meteors portentous shot thro ' the dark sky , As on to the Church - yard she pass'd . Long ere she approach'd it , a form cross'd her way In the garb of a ...
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... deep shade The moon - light soft chequer'd the place ; The Pilgrim at distance had follow'd the maid , And now , by a tomb - stone conceal'd , he survey'd The Fair in her Alleyn's embrace . Thrice welcome my dear one ! enraptured I ...
... deep shade The moon - light soft chequer'd the place ; The Pilgrim at distance had follow'd the maid , And now , by a tomb - stone conceal'd , he survey'd The Fair in her Alleyn's embrace . Thrice welcome my dear one ! enraptured I ...
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... deep and solemn to sound , And Hubert's thin shade thrice encircles the mound Where the lovers are buried , and mourns . But on May's earliest morn , the fair maids of the vale O'er the green sward bespangled with dew , ( While they ...
... deep and solemn to sound , And Hubert's thin shade thrice encircles the mound Where the lovers are buried , and mourns . But on May's earliest morn , the fair maids of the vale O'er the green sward bespangled with dew , ( While they ...
第 21 頁
... deep to heave In mountains to the gates of heaven , And mine the cloud - formed gloom to weave , Whose shades involve the polar Even . When round the struggling vessel's keel The ocean's maddening waves congeal , And the dim moon , with ...
... deep to heave In mountains to the gates of heaven , And mine the cloud - formed gloom to weave , Whose shades involve the polar Even . When round the struggling vessel's keel The ocean's maddening waves congeal , And the dim moon , with ...
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... deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While Frenzy fires her straining eye , Her piercing accents rend the sky ; As wild she tears her silvered hair , That falls upon her bosom bare ; Now Death smiles dimly on his ...
... deep her son's pale form I toss at her convulsing feet . While Frenzy fires her straining eye , Her piercing accents rend the sky ; As wild she tears her silvered hair , That falls upon her bosom bare ; Now Death smiles dimly on his ...
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第 232 頁 - 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.
第 191 頁 - 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.
第 308 頁 - 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?
第 306 頁 - 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...
第 231 頁 - 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.
第 244 頁 - 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.
第 308 頁 - 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!
第 307 頁 - 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...
第 307 頁 - 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!
第 308 頁 - 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!