The Poetical Works of William Collins, Հատոր 1W. Pickering, 1830 - 150 էջ |
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... kind occurs in the principal poems of Collins . There is a fire of mind which supersedes labour , and produces what labour cannot . It has been said that Collins is neither sublime nor pathetic ; but only ingenious and fanciful . The ...
... kind occurs in the principal poems of Collins . There is a fire of mind which supersedes labour , and produces what labour cannot . It has been said that Collins is neither sublime nor pathetic ; but only ingenious and fanciful . The ...
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... kind . It is easier to work upon a every large field than a small one , —one where is " " Ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace . " But these diffuse productions are not calculated to give the same sort of pleasure ...
... kind . It is easier to work upon a every large field than a small one , —one where is " " Ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace . " But these diffuse productions are not calculated to give the same sort of pleasure ...
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... kind blessings heaven can grant the fair ! Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray а Boast but the worth a Bassora's pearls display : 30 Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright , But , dark within , they drink no lustrous light ...
... kind blessings heaven can grant the fair ! Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray а Boast but the worth a Bassora's pearls display : 30 Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright , But , dark within , they drink no lustrous light ...
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... kind ; At that still hour , when awful midnight reigns , And none , but wretches , haunt the twilight plains ; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high , 5 And past in radiance through the cloudless sky ; Sad , o'er the dews , two ...
... kind ; At that still hour , when awful midnight reigns , And none , but wretches , haunt the twilight plains ; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high , 5 And past in radiance through the cloudless sky ; Sad , o'er the dews , two ...
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... kind products of a bounteous year ; No more the date , with snowy blossoms crown'd ! But ruin spreads her baleful fires around . SECANDER . 50 55 In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves , For ever famed for pure and happy loves : In ...
... kind products of a bounteous year ; No more the date , with snowy blossoms crown'd ! But ruin spreads her baleful fires around . SECANDER . 50 55 In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves , For ever famed for pure and happy loves : In ...
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Էջ 61 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, 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.
Էջ 60 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Էջ 87 - 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 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...
Էջ 50 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Էջ 9 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way." At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor, From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure!
Էջ 61 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. They would have thought who heard the strain. They saw in Tempe's...
Էջ lix - 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 ! Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She...
Էջ 49 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, 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, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Էջ 110 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share, Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Էջ 63 - 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.