The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 3F. and C. Rivington, 1805 - English poetry |
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... Hope's Invitation , by Miss L. S. Temple Elegy ..... .... Zephyr and the Storm , by the Dutchess of Devonshire Inscription for a Statue of the late Duke of Bedford , by the Page 195 198 199 203 207 208 ... 212 .... 213 Right Hon . R ...
... Hope's Invitation , by Miss L. S. Temple Elegy ..... .... Zephyr and the Storm , by the Dutchess of Devonshire Inscription for a Statue of the late Duke of Bedford , by the Page 195 198 199 203 207 208 ... 212 .... 213 Right Hon . R ...
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... Hope not applause from senators and peers , " For tuneful song no modern Log has Ears ; " In vain the Muse essays her softest mood , " For untam❜d beasts of city , field , or wood . " To them no music like the charming strain , " Of ...
... Hope not applause from senators and peers , " For tuneful song no modern Log has Ears ; " In vain the Muse essays her softest mood , " For untam❜d beasts of city , field , or wood . " To them no music like the charming strain , " Of ...
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... Hope ! -behold the rival band " Oppose thy progress , and besiege his hand . " Cringe as thou wilt , be prostitute and mean , " To nauseous flatt'ry stoop , or song obscene ; " When impious mirth is hurl'd against the skies , " And ...
... Hope ! -behold the rival band " Oppose thy progress , and besiege his hand . " Cringe as thou wilt , be prostitute and mean , " To nauseous flatt'ry stoop , or song obscene ; " When impious mirth is hurl'd against the skies , " And ...
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... hope of heav'nly good ; 190 " And murder , stalking , with a crimson die , " Stinks like the shambles , and infects the sky ; " Cold - blooded savage ! can his fierce despair , " Find consolation in the good or fair ? " Or prize , case ...
... hope of heav'nly good ; 190 " And murder , stalking , with a crimson die , " Stinks like the shambles , and infects the sky ; " Cold - blooded savage ! can his fierce despair , " Find consolation in the good or fair ? " Or prize , case ...
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... hope ! tho ' these corrupted times Invite the painful touch of caustic rhimes ; Far , far is satire from it's sway remov'd , That surly guardian by the Muses lov'd.— The callous heart , which sometimes felt of yore , Is touch'd , and ...
... hope ! tho ' these corrupted times Invite the painful touch of caustic rhimes ; Far , far is satire from it's sway remov'd , That surly guardian by the Muses lov'd.— The callous heart , which sometimes felt of yore , Is touch'd , and ...
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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!