The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 էջ |
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... sighs , which is unworthy of the rest , COLLINS had a fine imagination , but he did not possess the language of passion . There seems also a small impropriety in Hassan's bearing the cruise of water himself , when he was master of laden ...
... sighs , which is unworthy of the rest , COLLINS had a fine imagination , but he did not possess the language of passion . There seems also a small impropriety in Hassan's bearing the cruise of water himself , when he was master of laden ...
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... cast eyes , And friendly Pity , full of tender sighs : And Love , the last : by these your hearts approve , These are the virtues that must lead to love . Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say , THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL . 7.
... cast eyes , And friendly Pity , full of tender sighs : And Love , the last : by these your hearts approve , These are the virtues that must lead to love . Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say , THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL . 7.
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William Collins. With desperate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little ...
William Collins. With desperate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little ...
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... sighs could not detain , " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet as thou goest may every blast arise " Weak , and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , " No griefs endure , nor ...
... sighs could not detain , " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet as thou goest may every blast arise " Weak , and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , " No griefs endure , nor ...
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... near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of passion melt away . Allow'd with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful " 31 ODE TO PITY .
... near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of passion melt away . Allow'd with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful " 31 ODE TO PITY .
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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...