The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... heav'n itself imparts , Become the fiend of agonizing hearts . In Thee the virtues take such lasting root , That widely shall they spread , and fairly shoot , And strong , with inborn hardihood , defy The scowling thunders of ...
... heav'n itself imparts , Become the fiend of agonizing hearts . In Thee the virtues take such lasting root , That widely shall they spread , and fairly shoot , And strong , with inborn hardihood , defy The scowling thunders of ...
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... heav'n how mighty is thy debt . Each fair endowment , every radiant grace , That shines confest , in person , mind , or face , Becomes a claim , an obligation breeds , To praise the Donor , in thy virtuous deeds . And all the more you ...
... heav'n how mighty is thy debt . Each fair endowment , every radiant grace , That shines confest , in person , mind , or face , Becomes a claim , an obligation breeds , To praise the Donor , in thy virtuous deeds . And all the more you ...
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... Heav'n guard her youth from every touch of ill ! — From blighting Sickness , from Misfortune's storm , From all that may the frame or soul deform ! Bid her in beauty , health , and virtue shine , A present , worthy of a hand divine ...
... Heav'n guard her youth from every touch of ill ! — From blighting Sickness , from Misfortune's storm , From all that may the frame or soul deform ! Bid her in beauty , health , and virtue shine , A present , worthy of a hand divine ...
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... Heav'n . But I- -Oh happy bards of Greece and Rome ! They rose , superior to the oblivious doom . They hir'd his pulpit from an Auctioneer , And roar'd their poems in the public ear . In vain the Sosii might their fame oppose , And ...
... Heav'n . But I- -Oh happy bards of Greece and Rome ! They rose , superior to the oblivious doom . They hir'd his pulpit from an Auctioneer , And roar'd their poems in the public ear . In vain the Sosii might their fame oppose , And ...
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... Heav'n , relenting , sends a pious friend ; A man of books he is , to letters true , Studious of authours , whether old or new . No narrow bound his patronage confines , Tho ' partial chief to Lawyers and Divines . Not deepest sciences ...
... Heav'n , relenting , sends a pious friend ; A man of books he is , to letters true , Studious of authours , whether old or new . No narrow bound his patronage confines , Tho ' partial chief to Lawyers and Divines . Not deepest sciences ...
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ANNA SEWARD arms bard Battle of Delhi beam beauty behold beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms croud dark dear death deep delight dream ensign of command EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate feel fire flame flower fond gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heav'n hope hour Inchcape Rock lov'd lyre mind mourn Muse Muse's Mynot Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pangs peace Pindar plain pleasure poem poet poetic pow'r praise pride proud rage rhyme rise rising song rose round sacred scene scorn 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 throng toil tomb Twas vale verse virtue wave weep wild wings woes wretch youth
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第217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218页 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell. " 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218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216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 flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
第218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403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293页 - He many a creature did anatomize, Almost unpeopling water, air, and land ; Beasts, fishes, birds, snails, caterpillars, flies Were laid full low by his relentless hand, That oft with gory crimson was...
第217页 - Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around: Quoth Sir Ralph, 'The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
第423页 - Lo! the wings of the seafowl are spread, To escape the rough storm by their flight! And these caves will afford them a gloomy retreat From the winds and the billows of night ! Like them, to the home of my youth, Like them, to its shades I retire ; Receive me, and shield my vex'd spirit, ye groves, From the storms of insulted desire ! From thy waves, rocky Lannow, I fly ! MISS SEWARD.