The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 3F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 - English poetry |
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... charms , To fill the gazer's heart with fond alarms . In thought , I saw you , thro ' domestic life , Give the fair pattern of the faultless wife ; * For the first Epistle , see P. Register , Vol . 1802 , p . 90 . 10 And teach th ...
... charms , To fill the gazer's heart with fond alarms . In thought , I saw you , thro ' domestic life , Give the fair pattern of the faultless wife ; * For the first Epistle , see P. Register , Vol . 1802 , p . 90 . 10 And teach th ...
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... charm , and many a wile , To siren rocks , and the Circaan Isle ; Oft have I heard thy monitory vein , Full oft thy voice recall'd me from the train . Lost was the warning voice on witless youth ; But added years and pains have felt ...
... charm , and many a wile , To siren rocks , and the Circaan Isle ; Oft have I heard thy monitory vein , Full oft thy voice recall'd me from the train . Lost was the warning voice on witless youth ; But added years and pains have felt ...
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... charm the breed , Already sings an Israelite indeed . The glories of the tribes his strains rehearse , " * 200 210 In prose high sounding , and in numerous verse ; With noblest aims , how old cast cloaths men swell- What generous ...
... charm the breed , Already sings an Israelite indeed . The glories of the tribes his strains rehearse , " * 200 210 In prose high sounding , and in numerous verse ; With noblest aims , how old cast cloaths men swell- What generous ...
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... charms for me , " Who want their learning , from their malice free . " Foe to concealment , I disdain a mask ; " Nor , sway'd by enmities , a ponyard ask ; " But , arm'd with thunders of the Volscian bard * , " To vice and folly deal ...
... charms for me , " Who want their learning , from their malice free . " Foe to concealment , I disdain a mask ; " Nor , sway'd by enmities , a ponyard ask ; " But , arm'd with thunders of the Volscian bard * , " To vice and folly deal ...
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... charm the female throng . " Ladies and Lordlings thus may lisp my lines ; " Tho ' their poor author in a garret pines ; - " And , wondrous favour to an humble bard , " A chair at readings , be my proud reward ; " With wits , male ...
... charm the female throng . " Ladies and Lordlings thus may lisp my lines ; " Tho ' their poor author in a garret pines ; - " And , wondrous favour to an humble bard , " A chair at readings , be my proud reward ; " With wits , male ...
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ANACREON ANNA SEWARD arms bard Battle of Delhi beam beauty beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms dark dear death deep delight dream EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate fear feel fire flame flower fond Frances Preston gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heav'n hope hour Inchcape Rock light lonely lov'd lyre maid mind morn mourn Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pale pangs peace plain pleasure poem poetical poison'd pow'r praise pride rapture rise rose round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Sparta spirit storm strain sweet swell tear Theatre Royal thee thine thou thought thro throne toil Twas vale verse virtue wave weep wild wind wing wretch youth
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Page 213 - Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, ' My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
Page 214 - They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along. Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: "O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
Page 214 - Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away; He scoured the seas for many a day: And now, grown rich with plundered store. He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Page 395 - Prisoner, long detained below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of woe; Welcome to a land of rest...
Page 212 - No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was still as she could be, Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock The waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
Page 342 - And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious in vain! These rats that squeak so wild, Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt. Did ye not see her gleaming thro
Page 214 - The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph," It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.
Page 397 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Page 212 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Page 214 - Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, He curst himself in his despair: The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear. One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, — A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell.