The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 էջ |
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... sweet allusion which can sooth the hero fallen in the bed of honor , is here conjur , ed up with a masterly hand ! and when , from the patriotic ideas of freedom , honour , and just ven- geance over the enemies of our country , the Poet ...
... sweet allusion which can sooth the hero fallen in the bed of honor , is here conjur , ed up with a masterly hand ! and when , from the patriotic ideas of freedom , honour , and just ven- geance over the enemies of our country , the Poet ...
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... sweet , which pervades all his Poems , appears with much grace in this address to Evening , where it peculi arly suits the sober and quiet character of that sea- son . But notwithstanding its superior merit consi- dered as a Poem , in ...
... sweet , which pervades all his Poems , appears with much grace in this address to Evening , where it peculi arly suits the sober and quiet character of that sea- son . But notwithstanding its superior merit consi- dered as a Poem , in ...
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... sweet sounds , the slang of Newgate , the vulgarisms of the province , or the lisping prattle of the nursery . This ODE ON THE DEATH OF THOMSON . piece is tender and plaintive ; the allusion to the Eolian harp , the dashing oar ...
... sweet sounds , the slang of Newgate , the vulgarisms of the province , or the lisping prattle of the nursery . This ODE ON THE DEATH OF THOMSON . piece is tender and plaintive ; the allusion to the Eolian harp , the dashing oar ...
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... sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride , The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride ; When wanton gales along the vallies play , Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandring waves he sat , and sung This ...
... sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride , The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride ; When wanton gales along the vallies play , Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandring waves he sat , and sung This ...
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... 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 return again , Come thou , whose ...
... 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 return again , Come thou , whose ...
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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...