The poetical works of William Collins, with critical observations by dr. Langhorne

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Suttaby, Evance, and Fox, 1815 - 96 էջ

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Էջ 53 - Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Էջ 52 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Էջ 29 - 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 23 - What mortal eye can fix'd behold ! Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep...
Էջ 44 - Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Էջ 6 - By degrees I gained his confidence ; and one day was admitted to him when he was immured by a bailiff, that was prowling in the street. On this occasion recourse was had to the booksellers, who, on the credit of a translation of Aristotle's Poetics...
Էջ 52 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
Էջ 15 - I view his printed feet; And fearful oft when Day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, By hunger...
Էջ 54 - No sedge-crown'd sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Էջ 43 - O Nature boon, from whom proceed Each forceful Thought, each prompted Deed If but from Thee I hope to feel, On all my Heart imprint thy Seal...

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