The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 第 3 卷F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... warm poetic breast ? " Sole good remaining in Pandora's chest ? " No - riches I renounce ; and humbly aim , " At courtly readers , and a present fame . " I'll pen loose prologues for a private play , " And rhyme the mushroom tattles of ...
... warm poetic breast ? " Sole good remaining in Pandora's chest ? " No - riches I renounce ; and humbly aim , " At courtly readers , and a present fame . " I'll pen loose prologues for a private play , " And rhyme the mushroom tattles of ...
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... warm from loath'd putrescence breeds , And lovelier germs shoot forth , and brighter flowers ! * The LOTOS , or Water - Lily , of Egypt , the proper subject of this Poem , has a beautiful white flower ; there are two other species , the ...
... warm from loath'd putrescence breeds , And lovelier germs shoot forth , and brighter flowers ! * The LOTOS , or Water - Lily , of Egypt , the proper subject of this Poem , has a beautiful white flower ; there are two other species , the ...
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... warm with amorous passion they o'erflow , Fir'd at the sight , my conscious blushes glow . Still where the crime , if Innocence confess'd , That Love , chaste Love , inspir'd a woman's breast ? * Quid tamen ipse precer dubito : nec ...
... warm with amorous passion they o'erflow , Fir'd at the sight , my conscious blushes glow . Still where the crime , if Innocence confess'd , That Love , chaste Love , inspir'd a woman's breast ? * Quid tamen ipse precer dubito : nec ...
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... warm soil of Africa , almost all the valuable productions of the Eastern and Western Indies might be brought to native perfection . See Parke , Pag . 312 . See numerous hords in peaceful lowings graze Where Niger's stream 77.
... warm soil of Africa , almost all the valuable productions of the Eastern and Western Indies might be brought to native perfection . See Parke , Pag . 312 . See numerous hords in peaceful lowings graze Where Niger's stream 77.
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... warm , One sigh may rise , and be forgiven . Oh when the lightnings of her eye , Shall pierce the deepening veil of Time , And when the long - loved visions fly , I'll nerve thy soul with powers sublime , To triumph o'er the fateful ...
... warm , One sigh may rise , and be forgiven . Oh when the lightnings of her eye , Shall pierce the deepening veil of Time , And when the long - loved visions fly , I'll nerve thy soul with powers sublime , To triumph o'er the fateful ...
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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
热门引用章节
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.