The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 3F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 - English poetry |
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... tender nuptial care , The fond solicitude that parents share . Believe me , love , the cruel fiends , in wrath With varied perils will beset thy path.— Delusive pleasures all around may teem , And wrap thy senses in a fatal dream ; 90 ...
... tender nuptial care , The fond solicitude that parents share . Believe me , love , the cruel fiends , in wrath With varied perils will beset thy path.— Delusive pleasures all around may teem , And wrap thy senses in a fatal dream ; 90 ...
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... ; Parental care , from day to day , imprest The Gospel Precepts on thy tender breast . Thro ' all exertions that thy doom may ask , Each arduous trial , every doubtful task ; 210 Hold fast the words of peace , and never part g.
... ; Parental care , from day to day , imprest The Gospel Precepts on thy tender breast . Thro ' all exertions that thy doom may ask , Each arduous trial , every doubtful task ; 210 Hold fast the words of peace , and never part g.
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... tender violets weep from eyes so blue , " While the tall mountain lifts the radiant head , " And fondly smiles th ' enamour'd grove to wed . " Let such productions on thy paper rise ; " Admission thou may'st win to courtly eyes . " Work ...
... tender violets weep from eyes so blue , " While the tall mountain lifts the radiant head , " And fondly smiles th ' enamour'd grove to wed . " Let such productions on thy paper rise ; " Admission thou may'st win to courtly eyes . " Work ...
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... tender sighs the heart engage , For Constancy will ever prove The sister fair of youthful Love : But soon as e'er one balmy kiss , From Chloe's lips , had seal'd his bliss , And taught his little heart to leap , The callow points began ...
... tender sighs the heart engage , For Constancy will ever prove The sister fair of youthful Love : But soon as e'er one balmy kiss , From Chloe's lips , had seal'd his bliss , And taught his little heart to leap , The callow points began ...
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... . Why at that note from Rhudland's plain , This mournful thrill ? -this tender glow ? ' Tis Anna wakes the mournful strain , And wakes to soothe a stranger's woe . Enchanting maid ! as o'er thy form , In holiest G 3 85.
... . Why at that note from Rhudland's plain , This mournful thrill ? -this tender glow ? ' Tis Anna wakes the mournful strain , And wakes to soothe a stranger's woe . Enchanting maid ! as o'er thy form , In holiest G 3 85.
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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.