The Poetical Works of William CollinsW. Pickering, 1830 - 150 էջ |
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... hear of till long after it happened . When his health and faculties began to decline , he went to France , and after to Bath , in hope his health might be restored , but without success . I never saw him after his sister removed him ...
... hear of till long after it happened . When his health and faculties began to decline , he went to France , and after to Bath , in hope his health might be restored , but without success . I never saw him after his sister removed him ...
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... hear of him ? are there hopes of his recovery ? or is he to pass the remainder of his life in misery and degradation ? perhaps with complete consciousness of his ca- lamity . " " December 24 , 1754 . " Poor dear Collins ! Let me know ...
... hear of him ? are there hopes of his recovery ? or is he to pass the remainder of his life in misery and degradation ? perhaps with complete consciousness of his ca- lamity . " " December 24 , 1754 . " Poor dear Collins ! Let me know ...
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... hear , which was condemned " To waste its sweetness on the desert air ? " Spenser's power of personification is copious beyond example ; but it is seldom sufficiently select ; rich as it is in imagination , it too com- monly wants taste ...
... hear , which was condemned " To waste its sweetness on the desert air ? " Spenser's power of personification is copious beyond example ; but it is seldom sufficiently select ; rich as it is in imagination , it too com- monly wants taste ...
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... hear , will any one not feel that he strikes in vain ; and that the talent given us is useless , and even painful ? But who can be assured that he has the talent if no one acknowledges it ? To have it , and not to be assured that we ...
... hear , will any one not feel that he strikes in vain ; and that the talent given us is useless , and even painful ? But who can be assured that he has the talent if no one acknowledges it ? To have it , and not to be assured that we ...
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... hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest , whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts , nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 5 ' Tis virtue makes the bliss , where ...
... hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest , whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts , nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 5 ' Tis virtue makes the bliss , where ...
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Էջ 50 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, • And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light, While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Էջ 48 - 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 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 59 - ... 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 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 - 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 62 - E'en all at once together found, Cecilia's mingled world of sound — O bid our vain endeavours cease ; Revive the just designs of Greece : Return in all thy simple state! Confirm the tales her sons relate ! ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR.
Էջ 59 - Echo still through all the song; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close: And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
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 112 - 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...