The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 էջ |
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... maid ; " But man the most is remarkably happy . " " HASSAN , or the CAMEL - DRIVER , stands upon a ground of superior merit . There is a peculiar strength of painting in the opening of the Poem . The horror of a boundless desart , arid ...
... maid ; " But man the most is remarkably happy . " " HASSAN , or the CAMEL - DRIVER , stands upon a ground of superior merit . There is a peculiar strength of painting in the opening of the Poem . The horror of a boundless desart , arid ...
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... maids ! attend your poet's lays , And hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest , whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ...
... maids ! attend your poet's lays , And hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest , whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ...
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... maid ; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . When ... maids , I trust , than you are found , Grac'd with soft arts , the peopled world around ! The morn that lights you , to ...
... maid ; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . When ... maids , I trust , than you are found , Grac'd with soft arts , the peopled world around ! The morn that lights you , to ...
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... maids , and such the charms they boast , By sense unaided , or to virtue lost . Self - flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vain , That love shall blind , when once he fires the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As ...
... maids , and such the charms they boast , By sense unaided , or to virtue lost . Self - flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vain , That love shall blind , when once he fires the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As ...
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... maids ! ye Virtues , come away , Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the Fates ordain , The dear deserters shall ...
... maids ! ye Virtues , come away , Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the Fates ordain , The dear deserters shall ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1797 |
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Էջ 99 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Էջ 82 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Էջ 79 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Էջ 9 - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Էջ 46 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Էջ 66 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Էջ 67 - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit...
Էջ 81 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Էջ 83 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Էջ 86 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...