The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Volumen8F.C. & J. Rivington, 1814 |
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... wind to and fro ; Whilst the coy primrose blooms below , Nurs'd by the southern beams : And over - head in richer gold The gorse's hardy flow'rs unfold , Framing wild wreaths most sweet , most fair , To hang around her mountain lair . V ...
... wind to and fro ; Whilst the coy primrose blooms below , Nurs'd by the southern beams : And over - head in richer gold The gorse's hardy flow'rs unfold , Framing wild wreaths most sweet , most fair , To hang around her mountain lair . V ...
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... wind's call . Among those woods one chimney white Just glances in the southern light , Deep bosom'd in th ' impervious glades , The fairy bow'r of Brittwell's shades * . Is it the woodman's fair retreat Where merry children sport ? Or ...
... wind's call . Among those woods one chimney white Just glances in the southern light , Deep bosom'd in th ' impervious glades , The fairy bow'r of Brittwell's shades * . Is it the woodman's fair retreat Where merry children sport ? Or ...
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... wind : Not pent within the crowded town Where meanness sweeps away renown : But fresh and innocent and fair , As if the mighty master there Still flung his witch - notes on the air ! Yet Taste and Fancy's visions gay Life's fond ...
... wind : Not pent within the crowded town Where meanness sweeps away renown : But fresh and innocent and fair , As if the mighty master there Still flung his witch - notes on the air ! Yet Taste and Fancy's visions gay Life's fond ...
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... winds , arrest the storms , And bid the sun , the dews , the air , Perfection's noblest image spare . So Time had past o'er thee , bright dame ; All chang'd ; but thou wert still the same . Still skill'd to give the fading flower More ...
... winds , arrest the storms , And bid the sun , the dews , the air , Perfection's noblest image spare . So Time had past o'er thee , bright dame ; All chang'd ; but thou wert still the same . Still skill'd to give the fading flower More ...
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... wind ; Nor widow'd ash aye strew its Gargan pride.— Yet dost thou , Valgius , still deplore the 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 ...
... wind ; Nor widow'd ash aye strew its Gargan pride.— Yet dost thou , Valgius , still deplore the 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 ...
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Página 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.
Página 129 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Página 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, and all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim, and Manasseh, and all the land of Judah, unto the utmost sea, and the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of palm trees, unto Zoar.
Página 562 - All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Página 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. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows grey, 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...
Página 232 - THE scene was more beautiful far to my eye Than if day in its pride had arrayed it ; The land-breeze blew mild, and the azure-arched sky Looked pure as the Spirit that made it : The murmur rose soft as I silently gazed On the shadowy waves...
Página 475 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Página 12 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; 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.
Página 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...
Página 14 - The tradition of his having lived there is current among the villagers : one of them showed us a ruinous wall, that made part of his chamber ; and I was much pleased with another, who had forgotten the name of Milton, but recollected him by the title of The Poet.