The Poetical Works of William CollinsW. Pickering, 1830 - 150 էջ |
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... toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs , in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the green delights to know , Which plains more blest , or ...
... toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs , in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the green delights to know , Which plains more blest , or ...
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... toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still , as I haste , the Tartar shouts behind , 25 And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blasts our harvests , and deforms our land . Yon ...
... toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still , as I haste , the Tartar shouts behind , 25 And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blasts our harvests , and deforms our land . Yon ...
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... toils shall well relate How chance , or hard involving fate , O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . 15 20 25 30 35 b The river Arun runs by ...
... toils shall well relate How chance , or hard involving fate , O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . 15 20 25 30 35 b The river Arun runs by ...
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... toil we trace Time's backward rolls , to find its place ; Whether the fiery - tressed Dane , Or Roman's self o'erturn'd the fane , Or in what heaven - left age it fell , " Twere hard for modern song to tell . Yet still , if Truth those ...
... toil we trace Time's backward rolls , to find its place ; Whether the fiery - tressed Dane , Or Roman's self o'erturn'd the fane , Or in what heaven - left age it fell , " Twere hard for modern song to tell . Yet still , if Truth those ...
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... . Ver . 124. His babes shall linger at the cottage gate ! 127. With dropping willows drest , his mournful sprite 130. Shall seem to press her cold and shuddering cheek , " Pursue , dear wife , thy daily toils pursue 72 ODES .
... . Ver . 124. His babes shall linger at the cottage gate ! 127. With dropping willows drest , his mournful sprite 130. Shall seem to press her cold and shuddering cheek , " Pursue , dear wife , thy daily toils pursue 72 ODES .
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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...