The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 4F.C. & J. Rivington, 1806 |
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... silent snow . In Youth's luxuriant colours dress'd , Ere one of their soft tints is flown , ' Tis thine to seek some Virgin's breast , And with its sweetness blend thine own , Thus round the Fair , the Gay , the Young 4.
... silent snow . In Youth's luxuriant colours dress'd , Ere one of their soft tints is flown , ' Tis thine to seek some Virgin's breast , And with its sweetness blend thine own , Thus round the Fair , the Gay , the Young 4.
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... soft effusive ray . But slow Disease the kindling blush consum'd , And Grief eclips'd the gay and ready smile ; No more the naked lip or laugh'd , or bloom'd ; DEATH call'd his worm - and gave the faded spoil . " Awake ! thy JULIA calls ...
... soft effusive ray . But slow Disease the kindling blush consum'd , And Grief eclips'd the gay and ready smile ; No more the naked lip or laugh'd , or bloom'd ; DEATH call'd his worm - and gave the faded spoil . " Awake ! thy JULIA calls ...
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... know . When first I saw her face , I thought-- " If aught on earth so angel bright Can charm the soul to soft delight , Hard is his heart that loveth nought . " ! Torn from thy circling arms afar , To pine 15 Stanzas, by Mr Leyden.
... know . When first I saw her face , I thought-- " If aught on earth so angel bright Can charm the soul to soft delight , Hard is his heart that loveth nought . " ! Torn from thy circling arms afar , To pine 15 Stanzas, by Mr Leyden.
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... soft the gales which move them blow , They tell that I my Love must leave . Ah , fav'ring gales to us severe , Ye from the Maid her Swain remove ; Propitious to the Sons of Care , Unkind alone to us who love . Ye spread the bark's ...
... soft the gales which move them blow , They tell that I my Love must leave . Ah , fav'ring gales to us severe , Ye from the Maid her Swain remove ; Propitious to the Sons of Care , Unkind alone to us who love . Ye spread the bark's ...
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... soft refreshing green , To vivify the moral scene . O , vanish'd Hope ! -O , transient boast ! O , COUNTRY gain'd but to be lost ! Gain'd by a nation , rais'd , inspir'd , By Eloquence and Virtue fir'd , By transatlantic glory stung ...
... soft refreshing green , To vivify the moral scene . O , vanish'd Hope ! -O , transient boast ! O , COUNTRY gain'd but to be lost ! Gain'd by a nation , rais'd , inspir'd , By Eloquence and Virtue fir'd , By transatlantic glory stung ...
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ANNA SEWARD Araucanian arms beam beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Canace charms cloud controul courser dark dear death deep delight dread E'en e'er earth EPIGRAM ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate fire flame flowers fond Friendship gale glory glow golden reign grace grove hallow'd hand heart Heav'n honour hope hour Hymen lake profound light lyre Maid mind morn mourn Muse ne'er nectared roses never night numbers o'er pale Peace plain pleasure Poems pow'r pride PROPERTIUS rage rapture round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing Sir Philip Wodehouse smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stream sweet sword tear tempests Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro throng toil tomb train trembling truth Valdivia vale verse Virtue wake wave wild WILLIAM CAREY wind wing youth
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Page 234 - 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 252 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 396 - 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 ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Page 456 - Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again : But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare Today, May become Everlasting Tomorrow.
Page 233 - 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 234 - 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 winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 455 - 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 233 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 456 - 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 128 - has been so much accustomed of late to didactic poetry alone, and essays on moral subjects, that any work, where the imagination is much indulged, will perhaps not be relished or regarded.