The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 3F. and C. Rivington, 1805 - English poetry |
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... grace , The cherub lips , where sweetest music flows , Become the messengers of pain and woes : The darling boon , that heav'n itself imparts , Become the fiend of agonizing hearts . In Thee the virtues take such lasting root , That ...
... grace , The cherub lips , where sweetest music flows , Become the messengers of pain and woes : The darling boon , that heav'n itself imparts , Become the fiend of agonizing hearts . In Thee the virtues take such lasting root , That ...
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... grace , That shines confest , in person , mind , or face , Becomes a claim , an obligation breeds , To praise the Donor , in thy virtuous deeds . And all the more you see your form and mind , The perfect archetype of womankind , The ...
... grace , That shines confest , in person , mind , or face , Becomes a claim , an obligation breeds , To praise the Donor , in thy virtuous deeds . And all the more you see your form and mind , The perfect archetype of womankind , The ...
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... grace The fairest stations of the female race . The gentle feelings , and affections mild , The placid virtues of the duteous child , Give early pledge of every virtuous part , Each kind affection of the social heart . When , with thy ...
... grace The fairest stations of the female race . The gentle feelings , and affections mild , The placid virtues of the duteous child , Give early pledge of every virtuous part , Each kind affection of the social heart . When , with thy ...
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... grace your flowing hair , Give no thought to absent Care ; Come with frolic sport advance , Lead the joy - inspiring dance , While Music's fascinating pow'rs Wake to Mirth the laughing hours . For me a wreath does Fate provide , A ...
... grace your flowing hair , Give no thought to absent Care ; Come with frolic sport advance , Lead the joy - inspiring dance , While Music's fascinating pow'rs Wake to Mirth the laughing hours . For me a wreath does Fate provide , A ...
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... grace , She gaz'd with rapture on thy charms , Then joyful clasp'd thee in her arms The fairest of her race . And still on thee her fav'rite child She gracious mother kindly smil❜d , And freely taught her lore ; With thee in council ...
... grace , She gaz'd with rapture on thy charms , Then joyful clasp'd thee in her arms The fairest of her race . And still on thee her fav'rite child She gracious mother kindly smil❜d , And freely taught her lore ; With thee in council ...
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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 dark dark funereal dear death deep delight dream ensign of command EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate fear fire flame flower fond gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heav'n hope hour Inchcape Rock lov'd lyre mind morn mourn Muse Muse's Mynot Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pangs peace plain pleasure poem poetical pow'r praise pride proud rage rhyme rise rising song 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 throng toil tomb Twas vale verse virtue wave weep wild wings woes wretch youth
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Page 217 - 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 abbot of Aberbrothok.
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 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 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 216 - Rover walked 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,
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 216 - 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 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 439 - Scottish Scenery, or, Sketches in Verse, descriptive of Scenes chiefly in the Highlands of Scotland, with Notes and Illustrations, by James Cririe, DD Ornamented with Engravings by Byrne, from Views by Walker.
Page 347 - I do love thee, meek Simplicity! For of thy lays the lulling simpleness Goes to my heart and soothes each small distress, Distress though small, yet haply great to me! 'Tis true on Lady Fortune's gentlest pad I amble on; yet, though I know not why, So sad I am!