Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volume 3Harrison and Company, 1782 - English poetry |
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... fhore . The fame fad morn * , to church and state , ( So for our fins ' twas fix'd by fate ) A double stroke was giv'n ; Black as the whirlwinds of the north , St. John's fell Genius iffu'd forth , And Pelham fled to heav'n !, * The 6th ...
... fhore . The fame fad morn * , to church and state , ( So for our fins ' twas fix'd by fate ) A double stroke was giv'n ; Black as the whirlwinds of the north , St. John's fell Genius iffu'd forth , And Pelham fled to heav'n !, * The 6th ...
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... fhore Obfervant as I ftood , The gathering ftorms around me roar , And heave the boiling flood . Near and more near the billows rife ; E'en now my steps they lave ; And Death to my affrighted eyes Approach'd in ev'ry wave . What hope ...
... fhore Obfervant as I ftood , The gathering ftorms around me roar , And heave the boiling flood . Near and more near the billows rife ; E'en now my steps they lave ; And Death to my affrighted eyes Approach'd in ev'ry wave . What hope ...
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... fhore , All by the greenwood fide . His eyes to mine the love confefs'd ' That glow'd with mildest grace ; His courtly mien and purple veft < Bespoke his princely race . But when he heard my brother's horn , Faft to his fhips he fled ...
... fhore , All by the greenwood fide . His eyes to mine the love confefs'd ' That glow'd with mildest grace ; His courtly mien and purple veft < Bespoke his princely race . But when he heard my brother's horn , Faft to his fhips he fled ...
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... fhore they lie , Smear'd with gore , and ghaftly pale : Far , far aloof th ' affrighted ravens fail ; The famifh'd eagle fcreams , and paffes by . Dear , loft companions of my tuneful art , • Dear , as the light that vifits these fad ...
... fhore they lie , Smear'd with gore , and ghaftly pale : Far , far aloof th ' affrighted ravens fail ; The famifh'd eagle fcreams , and paffes by . Dear , loft companions of my tuneful art , • Dear , as the light that vifits these fad ...
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... fhore , When by his arm the ftern Turgefus bled . Crush'd are the tyrants , pierc'd with thousand wounds , The vanquish'd raven drops her heavy wing ; Borhame and Liberty the beach resounds , And freed Eblana's + joyful turrets ring ...
... fhore , When by his arm the ftern Turgefus bled . Crush'd are the tyrants , pierc'd with thousand wounds , The vanquish'd raven drops her heavy wing ; Borhame and Liberty the beach resounds , And freed Eblana's + joyful turrets ring ...
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Page 381 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 111 - As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 21 - Shall through the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath ; Shall, when all other comforts cease, .Like a kind angel whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death.
Page 86 - Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring...
Page 33 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves 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 86 - No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page 33 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 201 - In heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts. And wins (oh shameful chance!) the Queen of Hearts. At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look; She sees, and trembles at th
Page 382 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 201 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts...