The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for ..., Volume 3F. and C. Rivington, 1805 - English poetry |
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" In clear obscure , a known unknown appear , " At once consulting vanity and fear ; - 1 " In learned dust , and pedant cobwebs lie , " And point the sting with scorpion cruelty ? - 290 " What , imitate the slave of proud conceit ...
" In clear obscure , a known unknown appear , " At once consulting vanity and fear ; - 1 " In learned dust , and pedant cobwebs lie , " And point the sting with scorpion cruelty ? - 290 " What , imitate the slave of proud conceit ...
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... once the abject thought , That sapp'd by treacherous arts , or meanly bought , What worlds could never purchase , it might give , And I , the slave of vice , one moment live ; Thy lov'd idea from my heart I'd wring , Though every vein ...
... once the abject thought , That sapp'd by treacherous arts , or meanly bought , What worlds could never purchase , it might give , And I , the slave of vice , one moment live ; Thy lov'd idea from my heart I'd wring , Though every vein ...
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... Once more a noisy world to meet ; Yet oft with each regretted scene , The fringed hills romantic screen ; The distant main ; the clear blue sky , To sooth afflicted Fancy's eye . O thou , whose varied virtues blend , " The guide ...
... Once more a noisy world to meet ; Yet oft with each regretted scene , The fringed hills romantic screen ; The distant main ; the clear blue sky , To sooth afflicted Fancy's eye . O thou , whose varied virtues blend , " The guide ...
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... once powerful charms , Of Youth , of Hope , of Novelty ? ' Tis harsh Experience ! fatal power , That clouds the gay , illumin'd sky ; That darkens life's meridian hour ; And bids each fairy vision fly . She paints the scene , how ...
... once powerful charms , Of Youth , of Hope , of Novelty ? ' Tis harsh Experience ! fatal power , That clouds the gay , illumin'd sky ; That darkens life's meridian hour ; And bids each fairy vision fly . She paints the scene , how ...
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... ONCE on a time , as holy authors * say , A Roman Knight met Catot on the way ; " Kind Sir , " quoth he , " your speedy counsel lend ; " Strange portents are abroad , that fright your friend : " A prodigy I've seen : -last night a rat ...
... ONCE on a time , as holy authors * say , A Roman Knight met Catot on the way ; " Kind Sir , " quoth he , " your speedy counsel lend ; " Strange portents are abroad , that fright your friend : " A prodigy I've seen : -last night a rat ...
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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!