The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... rising storm is nigh ; ' Tis then , thou art yon angry main , Deform'd by winds , and dash'd by rain ; And the poor sailor , that must try Its fury , labours less then I. Shipwreck'd , in vain to land I make , While love and fate still ...
... rising storm is nigh ; ' Tis then , thou art yon angry main , Deform'd by winds , and dash'd by rain ; And the poor sailor , that must try Its fury , labours less then I. Shipwreck'd , in vain to land I make , While love and fate still ...
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... , riding on his fiery car , Flashing thro ' the blue profound , Shakes the vaulted heav'ns around Or ask the troubled deep , When o'er the surge the dire tornados sweep , Bid the vext surface into mountains rise , And wild 70.
... , riding on his fiery car , Flashing thro ' the blue profound , Shakes the vaulted heav'ns around Or ask the troubled deep , When o'er the surge the dire tornados sweep , Bid the vext surface into mountains rise , And wild 70.
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Chaplet. Bid the vext surface into mountains rise , And wild confusion mingles waves , and skies ; While the poor ... rising morn its roseat glow ? In tenfold darkness now involves the sphere ; While stalk terrific thro ' the dreadful ...
Chaplet. Bid the vext surface into mountains rise , And wild confusion mingles waves , and skies ; While the poor ... rising morn its roseat glow ? In tenfold darkness now involves the sphere ; While stalk terrific thro ' the dreadful ...
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... rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the rip'ning ear ; Should the fig - tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit ; Should the vine put forth no more , Nor the olive yield her store ; Though the sick'ning flocks should fall ...
... rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the rip'ning ear ; Should the fig - tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit ; Should the vine put forth no more , Nor the olive yield her store ; Though the sick'ning flocks should fall ...
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... rise . Lovely , lasting peace , appear ! This world itself , if thou art here , Is once again with Eden blest , And man contains it in his breast . ' Twas thus , as under shade I stood , I sung my wishes to the wood , And , lost in ...
... rise . Lovely , lasting peace , appear ! This world itself , if thou art here , Is once again with Eden blest , And man contains it in his breast . ' Twas thus , as under shade I stood , I sung my wishes to the wood , And , lost in ...
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Page 18 - 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...
Page 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Page 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Page 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Page 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Page 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Page 17 - 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.