The Poetical Works of William FalconerW. Pickering, 1836 - 236 էջ |
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... rise , And lawless surges swell against the skies , Till hope expires , and peril and dismay Wave their black ensigns on the watery way . Immortal train ! who guide the maze of song , To whom all science , arts , and arms belong.
... rise , And lawless surges swell against the skies , Till hope expires , and peril and dismay Wave their black ensigns on the watery way . Immortal train ! who guide the maze of song , To whom all science , arts , and arms belong.
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... rise , The chalky cliffs salute their longing eyes ; Each to his breast , where floods of rapture roll , Embracing strains the mistress of his soul ; Nor less o'erjoy'd , with sympathetic truth , Each faithful maid expects the ...
... rise , The chalky cliffs salute their longing eyes ; Each to his breast , where floods of rapture roll , Embracing strains the mistress of his soul ; Nor less o'erjoy'd , with sympathetic truth , Each faithful maid expects the ...
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... rise , To trust his fortune to the seas , and skies . Thou living ray of intellectual fire , Whose voluntary gleams my verse inspire , Ere yet the deepening incidents prevail , Till roused attention feel our plaintive tale ; Record whom ...
... rise , To trust his fortune to the seas , and skies . Thou living ray of intellectual fire , Whose voluntary gleams my verse inspire , Ere yet the deepening incidents prevail , Till roused attention feel our plaintive tale ; Record whom ...
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... the mind . Boisterous of manners ; train'd in early youth To scenes that shame the conscious cheek of truth ; To scenes that nature's struggling voice control , And freeze compassion rising in the soul : Where the 145 ] 19 CANTO I.
... the mind . Boisterous of manners ; train'd in early youth To scenes that shame the conscious cheek of truth ; To scenes that nature's struggling voice control , And freeze compassion rising in the soul : Where the 145 ] 19 CANTO I.
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William Falconer John Mitford. And freeze compassion rising in the soul : Where the grim hell - hounds , prowling round the shore , With foul intent the stranded bark explore ; Deaf to the voice of woe , her decks they board , While ...
William Falconer John Mitford. And freeze compassion rising in the soul : Where the grim hell - hounds , prowling round the shore , With foul intent the stranded bark explore ; Deaf to the voice of woe , her decks they board , While ...
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1854 |
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Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...