The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 էջ |
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... haste , fair 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 ...
... haste , fair 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 ...
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... . Full oft we tempt the land , and oft the sea ; And are we only yet repaid by thee ? Ah ! why was ruin so attractive made , Or why fond man so easily betray'd ? Why heed we not , while mad we haste along THE CAMEL - DRIVER . 11.
... . Full oft we tempt the land , and oft the sea ; And are we only yet repaid by thee ? Ah ! why was ruin so attractive made , Or why fond man so easily betray'd ? Why heed we not , while mad we haste along THE CAMEL - DRIVER . 11.
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William Collins. Why heed we not , while mad we haste along , The gentle voice of Peace , or Pleasure's song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less ...
William Collins. Why heed we not , while mad we haste along , The gentle voice of Peace , or Pleasure's song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less ...
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... haste , profuse of blessings , haste away ! " Be every youth , like royal Abbas mov'd ; " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " ECLOGUE IV . AGIB AND SECANDER ; OR , THE 20 ABRA , & c .
... haste , profuse of blessings , haste away ! " Be every youth , like royal Abbas mov'd ; " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " ECLOGUE IV . AGIB AND SECANDER ; OR , THE 20 ABRA , & c .
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... art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still as I haste , the Tartar shouts behind , And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand 22 AGIB AND SECANDER ;
... art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still as I haste , the Tartar shouts behind , And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand 22 AGIB AND SECANDER ;
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1797 |
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Abra lov'd AGIB ANTISTROPHE Bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Comus Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy Fate Fear fix'd flowers Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle Julius Cæsar lyre Lyric Poetry magic maid like Abra midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native nature numbers nymph o'er passions Pastoral Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's Poetry pour'd Published by Cadell rage retir'd round royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shriek shrine sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild world unknown youth like royal
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Էջ 101 - 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.
Էջ 81 - 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 68 - 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 47 - 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 102 - No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Էջ 83 - 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 82 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Էջ 87 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best.
Էջ 104 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade.
Էջ 87 - 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...