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... sacred Maro's art - brazen voice of battle - happy plains --and many others of the like kind . Of the latter , such lines as the following : and , Determin'd from whatever point they rise , To trust his fortune to the seas and skies ...
... sacred Maro's art - brazen voice of battle - happy plains --and many others of the like kind . Of the latter , such lines as the following : and , Determin'd from whatever point they rise , To trust his fortune to the seas and skies ...
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... sacred nine , Their suppliant feels no genial ray divine : Ah ! will they leave Pieria's happy shore , To plough the tide where wintry tempests roar ? Or shall a youth approach their hallow'd fane , Stranger to Phoebus and the tuneful ...
... sacred nine , Their suppliant feels no genial ray divine : Ah ! will they leave Pieria's happy shore , To plough the tide where wintry tempests roar ? Or shall a youth approach their hallow'd fane , Stranger to Phoebus and the tuneful ...
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... Sacred to the Memory of the Prince of Wales is written in the following style ; which may be called the Old- Elegeiac . Oh ! bear me to some awful silent glade Where cedars form an unremitting shade ; Where never track of human feet was ...
... Sacred to the Memory of the Prince of Wales is written in the following style ; which may be called the Old- Elegeiac . Oh ! bear me to some awful silent glade Where cedars form an unremitting shade ; Where never track of human feet was ...
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... sacred to the Memory of His Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Wales 214 Ode , on the Duke of York's second Departure from England as Rear Admiral 220 The Fond Lover . A Ballad .. 230 On the uncommon Scarcity of Poetry in the Gentle ...
... sacred to the Memory of His Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Wales 214 Ode , on the Duke of York's second Departure from England as Rear Admiral 220 The Fond Lover . A Ballad .. 230 On the uncommon Scarcity of Poetry in the Gentle ...
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... sacred Nine , Their suppliant feels no genial ray divine : Ah ! will they leave Pieria's happy shore , To plough the tide where wintry tempests roar ? Or shall a youth approach their hallow'd fane , Stranger to Phoebus , and the tuneful ...
... sacred Nine , Their suppliant feels no genial ray divine : Ah ! will they leave Pieria's happy shore , To plough the tide where wintry tempests roar ? Or shall a youth approach their hallow'd fane , Stranger to Phoebus , and the tuneful ...
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Visualização integral - 1854 |
The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Visualização integral - 1863 |
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Æneid Albert anguish Arion arms beauty beneath bids billows blast bloom bosom braces brails breast breath Candia CANTO charms clouds confest crew danger death deck deep distress doom'd dreadful eternal eventful song eyes faithless Falconer Falconer's fame fatal fate flame flies fore-mast gale GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE glow Greece groan halyards heart Hellespont helm hope horrors hour JOHN MITFORD kindling leeward light lines mast melt mizen mournful muse numbers o'er pain Palemon plain poem poet poetical prow racter rage reef Retimo roar Rodmond roll ropes round ruin sacred sailors sails scene scud seamen second edition shade ship Shipwreck shore side skies smile soft song soul stay-sail stern storm strain straits of Sicily surge sweet swell tale tempest thee third edition thou thunder tide toil top-mast trembling vessel voice vols wave weep WILLIAM FALCONER wind wretch yards youth
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Página 130 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 130 - That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude. And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, • Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down ! 30 Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 237 - Bourne's (Vincent) Poetical Works, Latin and English, with Life of the Author, edited by the Rev. J. Mitford. Fcp. 8vo. 5s. Poems, by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh, and others; edited by the Rev. John Hannah, late Fellow of Lincoln College, Oxford, fcp.
Página 238 - A Short and Plain Instruction for the better Understanding of the Lord's Supper ; to which is annexed, the Office of the Holy Communion, with proper Helps and Directions. 'By Thomas Wilson, DD, late Lord Bishop of Sodor and Man.
Página 120 - Palemon rescued from the wreck ; Take it, and say, when panting in the wave, I struggled life and this alone to save ! — " My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free, Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee...
Página 90 - While, dashed apart by her dividing prow, Like burning adamant the waters glow; Her joints forget their firm elastic tone, Her long keel trembles, and her timbers groan : Upheaved behind her in tremendous height The billows frown, with fearful radiance bright; Now quivering o'er the topmost wave she rides, While deep beneath th...
Página 32 - The' impatient wish that never feels repose, Desire that with perpetual current flows, The fluctuating pangs of hope and fear, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near. Thus, while the pangs of thought severer grew, The western breezes inauspicious blew, Hastening the moment of our last adieu.
Página 115 - Alas ! these rocks all human skill defy; Who strikes them once, beyond relief must die : And now sore wounded, thou perhaps art tost On these, or in some oozy cavern lost...
Página 54 - Olympus' throne; For oft, alas ! their venal Strains adorn The Prince, whom blushing Virtue holds in scorn : Still ROME and GREECE record his endless fame, And hence yon mountain yet retains his name.
Página xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...