The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 4F.C. & J. Rivington, 1806 |
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... hand ? " Though small be its flame , ' tis a terrible brand . ” The undutiful boy to his mother replies , " What boots it to you by my arrow who dies ? " Or whom by my torch I've resolv'd to destroy , " An unfortunate Maid , or an ...
... hand ? " Though small be its flame , ' tis a terrible brand . ” The undutiful boy to his mother replies , " What boots it to you by my arrow who dies ? " Or whom by my torch I've resolv'd to destroy , " An unfortunate Maid , or an ...
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... hand ? Virtue's wrongs at last remitted , See th ' avenging Angel stand- Death and Hell to him committed , Pour'd the phial from his hand : Blood must be for blood expended ! Sadness still the voice of Mirth ; Mercy , now no more ...
... hand ? Virtue's wrongs at last remitted , See th ' avenging Angel stand- Death and Hell to him committed , Pour'd the phial from his hand : Blood must be for blood expended ! Sadness still the voice of Mirth ; Mercy , now no more ...
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... hand , That minister of high command The terrors of the croud repress'd , And smooth'd their troubl'd wave to rest-- Then spoke and round the pillar'd stone Deep silence drank his silver tone . " HE , who , from elemental strife ...
... hand , That minister of high command The terrors of the croud repress'd , And smooth'd their troubl'd wave to rest-- Then spoke and round the pillar'd stone Deep silence drank his silver tone . " HE , who , from elemental strife ...
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... hand ; To which the black - bird flew distress'd , And found a kind protecting nest : There dropt her eggs , while outstretch'd stood The hand - ' till she had hatch'd her brood . Hark ! What a peal , sonorous , clear , Strikes , from ...
... hand ; To which the black - bird flew distress'd , And found a kind protecting nest : There dropt her eggs , while outstretch'd stood The hand - ' till she had hatch'd her brood . Hark ! What a peal , sonorous , clear , Strikes , from ...
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... hand , Leaps , pond'rous , on the sinking strand , Full plum'd , with ANGLO - NORMAN pride , The base adult'rer by his side , Pointing to Leinster's fertile plain , Where ( wretch ! ) he thinks once more to reign ? Yes , thou shalt ...
... hand , Leaps , pond'rous , on the sinking strand , Full plum'd , with ANGLO - NORMAN pride , The base adult'rer by his side , Pointing to Leinster's fertile plain , Where ( wretch ! ) he thinks once more to reign ? Yes , thou shalt ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 221 - As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.