The poems, of William Collins, with notes selected and orig. by W. Crowe1828 |
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... winds , and dreary was the view ! With desperate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my ...
... winds , and dreary was the view ! With desperate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my ...
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... wind : of heart , with ruin in his hand , In rage He blasts our harvests , and deforms our land . Yon citron grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep ...
... wind : of heart , with ruin in his hand , In rage He blasts our harvests , and deforms our land . Yon citron grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep ...
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... winds and inward labours torn , In thunders dread was push'd aside , And down the shouldering billows born . And see , like gems , † her laughing train , The little isles on every side , Mona , once hid from those who search the main ...
... winds and inward labours torn , In thunders dread was push'd aside , And down the shouldering billows born . And see , like gems , † her laughing train , The little isles on every side , Mona , once hid from those who search the main ...
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... winds His small but sullen horn , As oft he rises ' midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim born in heedless hum : Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breathe some soften'd strain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale ...
... winds His small but sullen horn , As oft he rises ' midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim born in heedless hum : Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breathe some soften'd strain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegorical imagery ANTISTROPHE Bard blest bower breathing Cephisus charm Circassia Collins consonants crown'd delight divine drest Duke of Cumberland dwell ECLOGUE EPODE Euripides eyes fair fairy Fancy fate Fear fix'd flowers genius Georgian maid Gil Blas grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides hour inspir'd isle James Keene Johnson Kingsmead light luckless lyre maid like Abra midst Milesian mind mountains mourn murmurs Muse myrtles native ne'er numbers nymph o'er passions Peace Pity plain poet poet's poetical poetry possest pour'd rage reign round royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shepherds shrieks shrine sighs song Sophocles soul sound springs strain sullen sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee Theseus thine thou thought thro toil trochaic Truth vale verse virtue Warton western isle wild Winchester College winds wizzard youth like royal
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Стр. 51 - A solemn, strange, and mingled air 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Стр. 44 - 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, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Стр. 25 - O chaste, unboastful Nymph, to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms and mingled murmurs dear; By her whose love-lorn woe In evening musings slow Soothed sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus...
Стр. 32 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
Стр. 62 - midst the chase on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Стр. vii - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Стр. 24 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Стр. 45 - ... The gradual dusky veil, 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 ! ODE TO PEACE.
Стр. 5 - 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...
Стр. 64 - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?