The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... beauty , health , and virtue shine , A present , worthy of a hand divine ; And give her , to reward the virtuous breast , That feels , and estimates her worth the best . 190 200 Thrice happy man ! whom bounteous Heav'n ordains , To find ...
... beauty , health , and virtue shine , A present , worthy of a hand divine ; And give her , to reward the virtuous breast , That feels , and estimates her worth the best . 190 200 Thrice happy man ! whom bounteous Heav'n ordains , To find ...
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... beauty and thy fire decline , With born to rise in lovelier charms array'd . Thus from Arabia borne , on golden wings , The Phoenix on the sun's bright altar dies ; But from his flaming bed , refulgent , springs , And cleaves , with ...
... beauty and thy fire decline , With born to rise in lovelier charms array'd . Thus from Arabia borne , on golden wings , The Phoenix on the sun's bright altar dies ; But from his flaming bed , refulgent , springs , And cleaves , with ...
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... Come then , O come , to this fond 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 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY , BY 49.
... Come then , O come , to this fond 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 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY , BY 49.
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... Beauty sat list'ning to hear . Of hardships and dangers , and many a wrong , And of toils that beset me so near , Of Treachery's snare , and Ingratitude's tongue I told ; and ' twas pleasant the tale to prolong- For Beauty repaid with a ...
... Beauty sat list'ning to hear . Of hardships and dangers , and many a wrong , And of toils that beset me so near , Of Treachery's snare , and Ingratitude's tongue I told ; and ' twas pleasant the tale to prolong- For Beauty repaid with a ...
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Yes Beauty - thy tear that from sympathy flows , To Manhood shall ever be dear : ' Tis the balm of all ills , and the cure of all woes ; And the heart - rankling wounds of remembrance shall close That Beauty has wash'd with a tear ...
Yes Beauty - thy tear that from sympathy flows , To Manhood shall ever be dear : ' Tis the balm of all ills , and the cure of all woes ; And the heart - rankling wounds of remembrance shall close That Beauty has wash'd with a tear ...
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常见术语和短语
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.