The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... vain - Fruitless attempts in the horrible stile of the German - Resolves to write satire - Two popular models , at pre- sent Peter Pindar , and the Author of Pursuits of Literature- Discouragements to satirical writings - the cause ...
... vain - Fruitless attempts in the horrible stile of the German - Resolves to write satire - Two popular models , at pre- sent Peter Pindar , and the Author of Pursuits of Literature- Discouragements to satirical writings - the cause ...
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... vain echos of poetic fame ; " And learn to thrive on profitable shame . " The Muse's livery , on the modern plan , " Is the sole livery that degrades the man . 60 70 " No - hadst thou sprung , by dextrous crime or luck , " Obscene , and ...
... vain echos of poetic fame ; " And learn to thrive on profitable shame . " The Muse's livery , on the modern plan , " Is the sole livery that degrades the man . 60 70 " No - hadst thou sprung , by dextrous crime or luck , " Obscene , and ...
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... vain the Muse essays her softest mood , " For untam❜d beasts of city , field , or wood . " To them no music like the charming strain , " Of " Hear him - heur him " -or of " Seven's the Main . " - " Ye famish , Bards , attend to ...
... vain the Muse essays her softest mood , " For untam❜d beasts of city , field , or wood . " To them no music like the charming strain , " Of " Hear him - heur him " -or of " Seven's the Main . " - " Ye famish , Bards , attend to ...
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... vain I sung to Circumsion's ears . → I gain'd no plaudits from the Bulls and Bears . Tho ' fishes strange and monstrous there I found ; I fail'd to draw them with poetic sound . The place was occupied : to charm the breed , Already ...
... vain I sung to Circumsion's ears . → I gain'd no plaudits from the Bulls and Bears . Tho ' fishes strange and monstrous there I found ; I fail'd to draw them with poetic sound . The place was occupied : to charm the breed , Already ...
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... vain I wove - my labour ran to waste.— Some seed of common sense - some spice of taste Arrang'd an incident , or fil'd a word ; And robb'd my labours of the grand absurd.- " Well - Satire opens an exhaustless field , " That golden ...
... vain I wove - my labour ran to waste.— Some seed of common sense - some spice of taste Arrang'd an incident , or fil'd a word ; And robb'd my labours of the grand absurd.- " Well - Satire opens an exhaustless field , " That golden ...
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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.