The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 166 էջ |
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... thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear , To lead the train , sweet Modesty , appear : Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , And shepherd girls shall own thee for their queen : With thee be Chastity , of all afraid ...
... thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear , To lead the train , sweet Modesty , appear : Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , And shepherd girls shall own thee for their queen : With thee be Chastity , of all afraid ...
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... thou go'st , may every blast arise Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no perils mayst thou see , No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me . ' O , let me safely to the fair return , Say , with a ...
... thou go'st , may every blast arise Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no perils mayst thou see , No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me . ' O , let me safely to the fair return , Say , with a ...
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... already past with pain ! Yon ragged cliff , whose dangerous path we tried ! And , last , this lofty mountain's weary side ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet , hapless 38 COLLINS ' POEMS . Agib and Secander; or, the Fugitives,
... already past with pain ! Yon ragged cliff , whose dangerous path we tried ! And , last , this lofty mountain's weary side ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet , hapless 38 COLLINS ' POEMS . Agib and Secander; or, the Fugitives,
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... thou 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 , He blasts ...
... thou 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 , He blasts ...
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... THOU , the friend of man , assigned With balmy hands his wounds to bind , And charm his frantic woe : When first Distress , with dagger keen , Broke forth to waste his destined scene , His wild unsated foe ! By Pella's bard , a magic ...
... THOU , the friend of man , assigned With balmy hands his wounds to bind , And charm his frantic woe : When first Distress , with dagger keen , Broke forth to waste his destined scene , His wild unsated foe ! By Pella's bard , a magic ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver ... William Collins Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1854 |
The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver ... William Collins Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1854 |
The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver ... William Collins Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1871 |
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afterwards appear atque Ballymahon bard bless blest bliss breast Bunbury called charms cheerful Christopher Anstey Collins crown dear death Eclogues edition elegy Epilogue epitaph eyes fame fate fear fire fond Garrick Goldsmith grace Gray Gray's Green Arbor hæc hand heart Heaven honor Horace Walpole Johnson Joseph Warton Julius Cæsar King labor learned Lord lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Masinissa Mason mind monarch Muse ne'er never night o'er ODIN OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion Pindar pity plain pleasure poem poet poet's poetry pounds praise pride printed quæ Queen rage reign Reynolds rise round says scene shade sigh skies smiling song sorrow soul stanzas Stoops to Conquer sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thou thought toil train trembling vale verse Vicar of Wakefield village Walpole wealth weep Wharton wild youth
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Էջ 68 - 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 62 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Էջ 59 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Էջ 44 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Էջ 43 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Էջ 30 - The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Էջ 46 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where gray-beard mirth, and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound And news much older than their ale went round.
Էջ 61 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Էջ 70 - 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 odors from his dewy wings.
Էջ 24 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.