The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., 第 2 卷F. and C. Rivington, 1803 |
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... fair . Ah , it is vanity , not love , That bids them seek thy matchless charms , But Love alone , and love like mine Deserves the heaven that's in thine arms . But can that soft , that yielding soul It's generous warfare long maintain ...
... fair . Ah , it is vanity , not love , That bids them seek thy matchless charms , But Love alone , and love like mine Deserves the heaven that's in thine arms . But can that soft , that yielding soul It's generous warfare long maintain ...
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... fair Emillia's melting heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of my Emillia's hair , That floats in golden threads upon the breeze , Resign for all ambition's Votaries wear , For all they pine to see a Rival seize ? No , thou dear pledge ...
... fair Emillia's melting heart is mine . 3 . Wou'd I this lock of my Emillia's hair , That floats in golden threads upon the breeze , Resign for all ambition's Votaries wear , For all they pine to see a Rival seize ? No , thou dear pledge ...
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... fair , With me compose the wreath of flowers ! 2 . Now drive with me dull thought away , With me defiance bid to sorrow , Be merry Thou with Me to day ; - And I'll be wise with Thee to - morrow ! EDMUND L. SWIFT . 1802 . LINES , WRITTEN ...
... fair , With me compose the wreath of flowers ! 2 . Now drive with me dull thought away , With me defiance bid to sorrow , Be merry Thou with Me to day ; - And I'll be wise with Thee to - morrow ! EDMUND L. SWIFT . 1802 . LINES , WRITTEN ...
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... fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ray , And all the phantoms melt away . We then imbibe a cooler sky ; We feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The ...
... fair and right . Illusions , bred of air and heat , In Youth abound , in Age retreat . Then , Evening blunts the noon - tide ray , And all the phantoms melt away . We then imbibe a cooler sky ; We feel the thirst of Pleasure fly . The ...
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... Fair in her Alleyn's embrace . Thrice welcome my dear one ! enraptured I press The treasure so loved to my heart ; The Damsel with fondness return'd his caress ; But her voice sunk and faultering , could scarcely express The emotions ...
... Fair in her Alleyn's embrace . Thrice welcome my dear one ! enraptured I press The treasure so loved to my heart ; The Damsel with fondness return'd his caress ; But her voice sunk and faultering , could scarcely express The emotions ...
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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!