The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 2F.C. & J. Rivington, 1803 - English poetry |
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... " Charity " modernised by Anna Seward 46 48 Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; 52 54 - The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman 55 56 Epilogue to the " Wonder , " by S. E..
... " Charity " modernised by Anna Seward 46 48 Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; Epigram , from the Greek , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; 52 54 - The Fall of Switzerland , by Miss Bannerman 55 56 Epilogue to the " Wonder , " by S. E..
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... Anna Seward On Wit , by Anna Seward 77 79 84 80 81 82 83 } 87 88 89 9༠ 100 IC2 103 104 - 106 107 108 110 112 - 113 - Ode , on the 4th of November , & c . The Farewell , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; Address to the ...
... Anna Seward On Wit , by Anna Seward 77 79 84 80 81 82 83 } 87 88 89 9༠ 100 IC2 103 104 - 106 107 108 110 112 - 113 - Ode , on the 4th of November , & c . The Farewell , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Song , by C. Leftly , Esq ; Address to the ...
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... Anna Seward Ode , to a young Lady to the Zephyrs to Fancy ming - A Monody on the Death of the Marquis of Downshire , by the Rev. H. Boyd Chorus , from the Corsicans - To a Lady's Blackbird , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Wandering Mary ...
... Anna Seward Ode , to a young Lady to the Zephyrs to Fancy ming - A Monody on the Death of the Marquis of Downshire , by the Rev. H. Boyd Chorus , from the Corsicans - To a Lady's Blackbird , by E. L. Swift , Esq ; Wandering Mary ...
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... Anna Seward Lines on the Monument of Dr. Small , by Dr. Darwin The Dream ; from the Latin of J. Leoch Rural Inscription , by Mr. R. A. Davenport Lines , from Leonardo Anna at the Tomb of Henry To a Mirror ; from the Spanish of Boscan ...
... Anna Seward Lines on the Monument of Dr. Small , by Dr. Darwin The Dream ; from the Latin of J. Leoch Rural Inscription , by Mr. R. A. Davenport Lines , from Leonardo Anna at the Tomb of Henry To a Mirror ; from the Spanish of Boscan ...
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... Anna Seward from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 277 279 282 283 by 284 285 286 Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport xiii.
... Anna Seward from the Italian of Abbate Monti by R. Carlyle 277 279 282 283 by 284 285 286 Sonnet , to Twilight , by Mr. R. A. Davenport xiii.
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD Bard beam beauty behold bend beneath blest bosom bowers breast breath bright Britons brow charms cold dark dear death deep dread E'en EDMUND L EPIGRAM fair fame Fancy fate fear feel fond frown gale gay bowers gentle glow grace grave hail hand heart Heaven hope hour joys LEFTLY light lonely lov'd lyre maid MARISCHAL COLLEGE mind mourn Muse Naiads ne'er Nebaioth night numbers nymph o'er ORIEL COLLEGE pale peace plain pleasure poem pow'r praise pride rapture rill rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sighs skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit storm strain stream sweet SYLPH SYLPHIL tear tempest tender thee thine thou thro throne toil tomb trembling vale verse vex'd Village Maid VIRGIL'S TOMB virtue wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Page 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 296 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 296 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Page 175 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Page 183 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Page 232 - Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Page 295 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!
Page 218 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 168 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards...
Page 169 - And as the seer on Pisgah's topmost brow With glistening eye beheld the plain below, With prescient ardour drank the scented gale, And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail, Her eagle eye shall scan the prospect wide. From...