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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 5
Visualização completa - 1807
ANNA SEWARD Araucanian arms beam beauteous beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Canace Caupolican charms cloud courser dark dear death deep delight dread E'en e'er earth EPIGRAM ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate fire flame flower fond gale gallant band glory glow golden reign grace grove hand haste heart Heav'n honour hope hour Hymen Joseph Warton lyre Maid mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale Peace plain pleasure Poems pow'r pride proud rage rapture round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing Sir Philip Wodehouse smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring steed stream sweet swell tear tempest Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro toil tomb train trembling truth Valdivia vale verse Virtue wave wild WILLIAM CAREY wind wing Wodehouse youth
Página 232 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Página 231 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ! While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 210 - Your frequent steps are found ; Angels of love ! you hover near, To bind the stranger's wound. You wash with tears the bloody page Which human crimes deform ; When vengeance threats, your prayers ascend And break the gathering storm. As down the summer stream of vice The thoughtless many glide ; Upward you steer your steady bark, And stem the rushing tide. Where guilt her foul contagion breathes, And golden spoils allure ; Unspotted still your garments shine, — Your hands are ever pure.
Página 453 - And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too. As the sun-shine or rain may prevail; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail...
Página 394 - Ye who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard, devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute, due to Cowper's dust...
Página 232 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 147 - In whom shall Cyprus trust, With all her crimes, her luxury, and pride? In her voluptuous loves will she confide, Her harlot-daughters, and her queen of lust? My day is come when o'er her neck in dust, Vengeance and fury shall triumphant ride, Death and captivity the spoil divide, And Cyprus perish : — I the Lord am just. " Then he that bought, and he that sold in thee, Thy princely merchants, shall their loss deplore, Brothers in ruin as in fraud before ; And thou, who madest thy rampart of the...
Página 454 - I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail...
Página 341 - THE EXCHANGE WE pledged our hearts, my love and I, — I in my arms the maiden clasping: I could not tell the reason why, But oh! I trembled like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain; I went, and shook like any reed! I strove to act the man — in vain! We had exchanged our hearts indeed.