The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volumen7F.C. & J. Rivington, 1812 |
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... dread abode of woe , The workhouse ! close his days in tears . Poor hapless Jane ! Still Fitzroy prest , And offer'd stores of glitt'ring gold ; But faithful still that gentle breast , To every love but William's cold . She wept her ...
... dread abode of woe , The workhouse ! close his days in tears . Poor hapless Jane ! Still Fitzroy prest , And offer'd stores of glitt'ring gold ; But faithful still that gentle breast , To every love but William's cold . She wept her ...
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... dread pight , " Save for that sweet one far away , " More dear than health , or life , or light ! " For her my parting breath shall pray , " And we shall meet in regions bright ! " She sinks subdued ; but not in death , Though 8.
... dread pight , " Save for that sweet one far away , " More dear than health , or life , or light ! " For her my parting breath shall pray , " And we shall meet in regions bright ! " She sinks subdued ; but not in death , Though 8.
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... dread of a perilous jest . But soft - for methinks , as I chatter , I trace A sly kind of questioning smile on each face , Just seeming to say , " If all this is so true , " And the task you assumed has no pleasure for you ; " What ...
... dread of a perilous jest . But soft - for methinks , as I chatter , I trace A sly kind of questioning smile on each face , Just seeming to say , " If all this is so true , " And the task you assumed has no pleasure for you ; " What ...
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... dread career , Starts at the wond'rous forms that guard the shore And shrinks with terror never felt before : High on Hibernia's coasts four giants stand , Silent with arms out - stretch'd they guard the land , Now black they sternly ...
... dread career , Starts at the wond'rous forms that guard the shore And shrinks with terror never felt before : High on Hibernia's coasts four giants stand , Silent with arms out - stretch'd they guard the land , Now black they sternly ...
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... Dread not , my soul : ' tis the departed throng Have burst th ' oblivious slumber of the tomb . IX . Fled from a faithless world , a perjured fair , 8 Slow strays the mourner o'er his sad retreat ; Return'd from Salem's tomb , the ...
... Dread not , my soul : ' tis the departed throng Have burst th ' oblivious slumber of the tomb . IX . Fled from a faithless world , a perjured fair , 8 Slow strays the mourner o'er his sad retreat ; Return'd from Salem's tomb , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Amyntor ANGANTYR Aveyron bard beam beauty behold beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow BURKE charms clouds dark dear death deep delight Dersa dread e'en EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers fond Genius gentle gloom glow grace grave hand hast head heart heaven HERVOR hope HORACE IN LONDON hour LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM light lyre maid MARY RUSSEL MITFORD mind mortal Muse ne'er night numbers o'er pale passion peace pleasure poem praise pride PRIESTLEY R. B. SHERIDAN rapture rose scene scorn shade shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soon Sophron sorrow soul spirit strain stream sweet tears Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro tomb trembling vale virtue waves ween weep wild wings wonder youth
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Página 516 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall. Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon, DEJECTION.
Página 321 - I sang, amid a slavish band : And when to whelm the disenchanted nation, Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand, The Monarchs...
Página 218 - And all our dainty terms for fratricide; Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which We join no feeling and attach no form! As if the soldier died without a wound; As if the fibres of this godlike frame Were gored without a pang...
Página 516 - Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Página 219 - As though he had no wife to pine for him, No God to judge him ! Therefore, evil days Are coming on us, O my countrymen ! And what if all-avenging Providence, Strong and retributive, should make us know The meaning of our words, force us to feel The desolation and the agony Of our fierce doings ! Spare us yet awhile, Father and God!
Página 322 - To mix with Kings in the low lust of sway, Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous prey; To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray?
Página 516 - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...
Página 322 - Forgive me, Freedom! O forgive those dreams! I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament, From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent— I hear thy groans upon her blood-stained streams!
Página 215 - tis a quiet spirit-healing nook ! Which all, methinks, would love ; but chiefly he, The humble man, who, in his youthful years, Knew just so much of folly, as had made His early manhood more securely wise...
Página 322 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain...