The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Tập 8F. and C. Rivington, 1814 |
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... hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land ; And the milk - maid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the ...
... hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land ; And the milk - maid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the ...
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... hand were found by the gentleman , who was last in possession of the estate . The tradition of his having lived there is current among the villagers : one of them shewed us a ruinous wall that made part of his chamber ; and I was much ...
... hand were found by the gentleman , who was last in possession of the estate . The tradition of his having lived there is current among the villagers : one of them shewed us a ruinous wall that made part of his chamber ; and I was much ...
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... hand ; Boast of the world ! whose heav'nly forms Can chain the winds , arrest the storms , And bid the sun , the dews , the air , Perfection's noblest image spare . So Time had past o'er thee , bright dame ; All chang'd ; but thou wert ...
... hand ; Boast of the world ! whose heav'nly forms Can chain the winds , arrest the storms , And bid the sun , the dews , the air , Perfection's noblest image spare . So Time had past o'er thee , bright dame ; All chang'd ; but thou wert ...
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... hand thy hand shall strain ; Though never shall she feel thy cares , Congenial joys her spirit shares : Congenial , yet superior , giv'n By sister angels in her native heav'n . Oh ! who would weep the lov'd - one dead , When death is ...
... hand thy hand shall strain ; Though never shall she feel thy cares , Congenial joys her spirit shares : Congenial , yet superior , giv'n By sister angels in her native heav'n . Oh ! who would weep the lov'd - one dead , When death is ...
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... hand ? When justice and compassion fail , And lucre spurs the bigot band ? Arrested in his sanguine current wide , Fell AMURATH , indignant , eyes the tower , Whence , gave the Bard , those numbers to the tide , And shook the apathy of ...
... hand ? When justice and compassion fail , And lucre spurs the bigot band ? Arrested in his sanguine current wide , Fell AMURATH , indignant , eyes the tower , Whence , gave the Bard , those numbers to the tide , And shook the apathy of ...
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AMURATH arms Bard beam beauty bend beneath blank verse blaze bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Chamber Stove charms cheek dark Davenport dear death dread Epigram fade fair fame fate feel fire flame flowers fond genius gloom glory glow grace grove hand hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES IRVING Lady light Lord lov'd Lucy Aikin lyre maid MARY RUSSELL MITFORD mind Monody mourn Muse night numbers nymph o'er pale Pindar plain Poem poetical poetry praise pride proud reign rose round sacred Satire of Juvenal scene shade shore sigh Small 8vo smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit Stanzas Stapelia Hirsuta storm strain stream sweet swell tear tender Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro toil trembling Twas vale verse versification voice volume wave weep wild wing youth
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Trang 12 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Trang 14 - Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine, Or the twisted Eglantine...
Trang 296 - With bowed soul, full well ye ken the day Which week, smooth sliding after week, brings on Too soon ; — for to that day nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-armed washers come and chase repose.
Trang 476 - THE .LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE. As, by some tyrant's stern command, A wretch forsakes his native land, In foreign climes condemn'd to roam An endless exile from his home...
Trang 232 - All hushed was the billows' commotion, — And I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star of life's tremulous ocean. The time is long past, and the scene is afar, Yet when my head rests on its pillow, Will memory sometimes rekindle the star That blazed on the breast of the billow. In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies, And death stills the heart's last emotion, O, then may the seraph of mercy arise, Like a star on eternity's ocean ! ANON.
Trang 264 - And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying I will give it unto thy seed: I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.
Trang 478 - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling hall, For thee, fair Justice, welcome all...
Trang 232 - On the shadowy wave's playful motion, From the dim distant isle till the beacon fire blazed Like a star in the midst of the ocean.
Trang 91 - ... lovely pale— Or peace to man, or judgments dire, Stranger of heaven, I bid thee hail ! Where hast thou roamed these thousand years ? Why sought these polar paths again, From wilderness of glowing spheres, To fling thy vesture o'er the wain?
Trang 14 - It must not be omitted, that the groves near this village are famous for nightingales, which are so elegantly described in the Pensieroso.