The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volume 8F.C. & J. Rivington, 1814 |
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... fate Of thy lost Mystes ; rest thy griefs ne'er find When Vesper rises , or the starry guide Opes for the rapid sun , heaven's roseate gate . The sage who liv'd three ages , did not mourn His lost Antilochus thro ' every year ; Nor were ...
... fate Of thy lost Mystes ; rest thy griefs ne'er find When Vesper rises , or the starry guide Opes for the rapid sun , heaven's roseate gate . The sage who liv'd three ages , did not mourn His lost Antilochus thro ' every year ; Nor were ...
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... fate , Romille ! an early blast Destroyed thy vernal hopes ; thy Sunimer's pride : Soon , hapless youth , thy days of promise passed ; Swift , as along these bickering waters glide . Where sable rocks frown o'or the straitened flood ...
... fate , Romille ! an early blast Destroyed thy vernal hopes ; thy Sunimer's pride : Soon , hapless youth , thy days of promise passed ; Swift , as along these bickering waters glide . Where sable rocks frown o'or the straitened flood ...
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... fate , As fancy wander'd o'er the vapour's stream That , tinctur'd by the horizontal beam , Fill'd all the distant vale , one glowing surge ! ' Twas like the portrait of some faery dream ! When a wild burst of sound bade echo urge It's ...
... fate , As fancy wander'd o'er the vapour's stream That , tinctur'd by the horizontal beam , Fill'd all the distant vale , one glowing surge ! ' Twas like the portrait of some faery dream ! When a wild burst of sound bade echo urge It's ...
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But long and dreary is the night To him who weeps o'er Fate's beguiling ; Sweetly may dawn the morning light , But when will come his day of smiling ? O when I wander far from thee , Joyless ' mid Fortune's stormy weather , Sweet lady ...
But long and dreary is the night To him who weeps o'er Fate's beguiling ; Sweetly may dawn the morning light , But when will come his day of smiling ? O when I wander far from thee , Joyless ' mid Fortune's stormy weather , Sweet lady ...
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... fate Which bears thy virtues to a nobler state ; Avert from me kind heaven ! the task to mourn , To bend in sorrow o'er thy sacred urn ! Translate me earliest to some kindred sky , And bid the friend I love forbear to sigh . EDINBURGH ...
... fate Which bears thy virtues to a nobler state ; Avert from me kind heaven ! the task to mourn , To bend in sorrow o'er thy sacred urn ! Translate me earliest to some kindred sky , And bid the friend I love forbear to sigh . EDINBURGH ...
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Page 12 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 264 - And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan...
Page 13 - Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 14 - Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine, Or the twisted Eglantine...
Page 562 - All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Page 13 - We at length reached the spot, whence Milton undoubtedly took most of his images; it is on the top of the hill, from which there is a most extensive prospect on all sides: the distant mountains that seemed to support the clouds, the villages and turrets, partly shaded...
Page 474 - THE .LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE. As, by some tyrant's stern command, A wretch forsakes his native land, In foreign climes condemn'd to roam An endless exile from his home...
Page 49 - Art thou, my Gregory, for ever fled ! And am I left to unavailing woe ! When fortune's storms assail this weary. head, Where cares long since have shed untim'ely snow ! Ah, now for comfort whither shall I go ! No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow, My hopes to cherish, and allay my fears. Tis meet that I should mourn : flow forth afresh, my tears.
Page 264 - And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed : I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.
Page 14 - The poet's house was close to the church ; the greatest part of it has been pulled down, and what remains belongs to an adjacent farm. I am informed, that several papers, in Milton's own hand, were found by the gentleman who was last in possession of the estate.