The Poetical Works of William FalconerW. Pickering, 1836 - 236 pages |
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... rage , bombards the sense , And words deep ranked in horrible array , Exasperated metaphors convey . And these again sink into such couplets as the following , But all the events collected to relate , Let us his actions recapitulate . 6 ...
... rage , bombards the sense , And words deep ranked in horrible array , Exasperated metaphors convey . And these again sink into such couplets as the following , But all the events collected to relate , Let us his actions recapitulate . 6 ...
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... rage atone , And let this tortured bosom beat alone . The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ; Go then , dear youth ! nor tempt the faithless seas . Find out some happier maid , whose equal charms With 504 ] 333 CANTO I.
... rage atone , And let this tortured bosom beat alone . The hovering anger yet thou may'st appease ; Go then , dear youth ! nor tempt the faithless seas . Find out some happier maid , whose equal charms With 504 ] 333 CANTO I.
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... rage In bloody combat met , from age to age , Tamed into union , yoked in friendship's chain , Draw his proud chariot round the vanquish'd main : From the proud margin to the centre grew Shelves , rocks , and whirlpools , hideous to the ...
... rage In bloody combat met , from age to age , Tamed into union , yoked in friendship's chain , Draw his proud chariot round the vanquish'd main : From the proud margin to the centre grew Shelves , rocks , and whirlpools , hideous to the ...
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... rage no more . While southward now the increasing breezes veer , Dark clouds incumbent on their wings appear : Ahead they see the consecrated grove Of Cyprus , sacred once to Cretan Jove . The ship beneath her lofty pressure reels , And ...
... rage no more . While southward now the increasing breezes veer , Dark clouds incumbent on their wings appear : Ahead they see the consecrated grove Of Cyprus , sacred once to Cretan Jove . The ship beneath her lofty pressure reels , And ...
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... rage the fatal thunders fall ; It breaks ! it bursts before the cannonade ! And following hosts the shatter'd domes invade : Her inmates long repel the hostile flood , And shield their sacred charge in streams of blood : So the brave ...
... rage the fatal thunders fall ; It breaks ! it bursts before the cannonade ! And following hosts the shatter'd domes invade : Her inmates long repel the hostile flood , And shield their sacred charge in streams of blood : So the brave ...
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Page 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!
Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...