The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 3F.C. & J. Rivington, 1805 - English poetry |
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... soul announcing peace ? Why from that heav'nly destination range , A fatal Siren , with pernicious change , Resistless all , whose fraudful song prevails , On life's rude ocean , as we spread the sails ? → The helm abandon'd , the ...
... soul announcing peace ? Why from that heav'nly destination range , A fatal Siren , with pernicious change , Resistless all , whose fraudful song prevails , On life's rude ocean , as we spread the sails ? → The helm abandon'd , the ...
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... soul ; How high her rank , her duties , and her place , Her awful influence on the rising race ; What good , what ills her chequer'd state attend , And how to shun those ills , the good extend . With song to wake thee to the hallow'd ...
... soul ; How high her rank , her duties , and her place , Her awful influence on the rising race ; What good , what ills her chequer'd state attend , And how to shun those ills , the good extend . With song to wake thee to the hallow'd ...
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... soul deform ! Bid her in beauty , health , and virtue shine , A present , worthy of a hand divine ; And give her , to reward the virtuous breast , That feels , and estimates her worth the best . 190 200 Thrice happy man ! whom bounteous ...
... soul deform ! Bid her in beauty , health , and virtue shine , A present , worthy of a hand divine ; And give her , to reward the virtuous breast , That feels , and estimates her worth the best . 190 200 Thrice happy man ! whom bounteous ...
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... soul , Strong for remorse , tho ' feeble for controul . The cares and sorrows printed on my brow , My head declining with a weight of snow , My hopes and projects running all to waste , Have taught me rhyme is foolishness at last ; That ...
... soul , Strong for remorse , tho ' feeble for controul . The cares and sorrows printed on my brow , My head declining with a weight of snow , My hopes and projects running all to waste , Have taught me rhyme is foolishness at last ; That ...
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... soul , and make it daily less.— When Nature's wants besiege with ceaseless cry , It cannot rise , exulting to the sky.— Can Fancy's visions on the cell descend , Where blank Despair , and chearless Famine bend ? 550 Poetic rage the ...
... soul , and make it daily less.— When Nature's wants besiege with ceaseless cry , It cannot rise , exulting to the sky.— Can Fancy's visions on the cell descend , Where blank Despair , and chearless Famine bend ? 550 Poetic rage the ...
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ANNA SEWARD arms bard Battle of Delhi beam beauty behold beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms croud dark dear death deep delight dream ensign of command EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate feel fire flame flower fond gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heav'n hope hour Inchcape Rock lov'd lyre mind mourn Muse Muse's Mynot Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pangs peace Pindar plain pleasure poem poet poetic pow'r praise pride proud rage rhyme rise rising song rose round sacred scene scorn 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 throng toil tomb Twas vale verse virtue wave weep wild wings woes wretch youth
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Page 217 - 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 218 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell. " 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 218 - 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 216 - 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 flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
Page 218 - 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 403 - 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 293 - He many a creature did anatomize, Almost unpeopling water, air, and land ; Beasts, fishes, birds, snails, caterpillars, flies Were laid full low by his relentless hand, That oft with gory crimson was...
Page 217 - Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around: Quoth Sir Ralph, 'The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Page 423 - Lo! the wings of the seafowl are spread, To escape the rough storm by their flight! And these caves will afford them a gloomy retreat From the winds and the billows of night ! Like them, to the home of my youth, Like them, to its shades I retire ; Receive me, and shield my vex'd spirit, ye groves, From the storms of insulted desire ! From thy waves, rocky Lannow, I fly ! MISS SEWARD.