The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 4F.C. & J. Rivington, 1806 - English poetry |
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... sing the Birds , and from the purpling East , The San prepares to give the golden day ! - Pale Greville , every horror in his breast , Leaps from his couch , and frantic speeds away . And to the tomb , the fatal tomb , is flown , Where ...
... sing the Birds , and from the purpling East , The San prepares to give the golden day ! - Pale Greville , every horror in his breast , Leaps from his couch , and frantic speeds away . And to the tomb , the fatal tomb , is flown , Where ...
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... sing , Pour the streamlet from the spring . Vernal gales awake the vine , Leaves to spread , and tendrils join , Bid the little suckers grow , Soon with racy juice to flow . In this season maidens fair To the crystal stream repair ...
... sing , Pour the streamlet from the spring . Vernal gales awake the vine , Leaves to spread , and tendrils join , Bid the little suckers grow , Soon with racy juice to flow . In this season maidens fair To the crystal stream repair ...
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... sings , And idle wit displays , To magnify the meanest things , And what is good dispraise ; Not that I Friendship would decry , The cordial of the soul : But Friendship's sway must never vie , With Love's supreme controul . Thro ' ev ...
... sings , And idle wit displays , To magnify the meanest things , And what is good dispraise ; Not that I Friendship would decry , The cordial of the soul : But Friendship's sway must never vie , With Love's supreme controul . Thro ' ev ...
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... year , I hail the spirit of the breeze That sings to rest the trembling tide , When o'er the clear Venetian seas The fairy barks of Pleasure glide . I gem the myrtle's vernal bowers That blossom on Italian 58 The Sea Nymph.
... year , I hail the spirit of the breeze That sings to rest the trembling tide , When o'er the clear Venetian seas The fairy barks of Pleasure glide . I gem the myrtle's vernal bowers That blossom on Italian 58 The Sea Nymph.
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... sing The requiem of the dying eve . I steal the soft voice of the gale , That pensive beauty weeps to hear ; While the foldings of her snowy veil Are moisten'd with a falling tear . She lifts Devotion's beaming eye , Rapt with the music ...
... sing The requiem of the dying eve . I steal the soft voice of the gale , That pensive beauty weeps to hear ; While the foldings of her snowy veil Are moisten'd with a falling tear . She lifts Devotion's beaming eye , Rapt with the music ...
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ANNA SEWARD Araucanians arms beam beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom brave breast breath bright brow Canace Caupolican charms CHIVALRY cloud controul courser dark dear death deep delight dread e'er EDMUND L EPIGRAM ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate feel fire flame flower fond Friendship gale gallant band glory glow golden reign grace hand heart Heav'n honour hope hour Joseph Warton lake profound light lyre Maid mind morn mourn Muse ne'er night numbers o'er pale Peace PHILIP DODD plain poems pow'r pride proud rage rapture round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit steed stream sweet swell sword tear tempest Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro throng toil tomb train truth Valdivia vale verse Virtue wake wave wild wind wing youth
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Page 222 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Page 221 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ! While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 200 - Your frequent steps are found ; Angels of love ! you hover near, To bind the stranger's wound. You wash with tears the bloody page Which human crimes deform ; When vengeance threats, your prayers ascend And break the gathering storm. As down the summer stream of vice The thoughtless many glide ; Upward you steer your steady bark, And stem the rushing tide. Where guilt her foul contagion breathes, And golden spoils allure ; Unspotted still your garments shine, — Your hands are ever pure.
Page 443 - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too. As the sun-shine or rain may prevail; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail...
Page 384 - Ye who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard, devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute, due to Cowper's dust...
Page 222 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 137 - In whom shall Cyprus trust, With all her crimes, her luxury, and pride? In her voluptuous loves will she confide, Her harlot-daughters, and her queen of lust? My day is come when o'er her neck in dust, Vengeance and fury shall triumphant ride, Death and captivity the spoil divide, And Cyprus perish : — I the Lord am just. " Then he that bought, and he that sold in thee, Thy princely merchants, shall their loss deplore, Brothers in ruin as in fraud before ; And thou, who madest thy rampart of the...
Page 444 - I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail...
Page 331 - THE EXCHANGE WE pledged our hearts, my love and I, — I in my arms the maiden clasping: I could not tell the reason why, But oh! I trembled like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain; I went, and shook like any reed! I strove to act the man — in vain! We had exchanged our hearts indeed.
Page 221 - As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.