The Poems of William CollinsH. Frowde, 1907 - Всего страниц: 90 |
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... Plains : Well may your Hearts believe the Truths I tell , " Tis Virtue makes the Bliss , where'er we dwell . Thus Selim sung by sacred Truth inspir'd ; No Praise the Youth , but her's alone desir'd : Wise in himself , his meaning Songs ...
... Plains : Well may your Hearts believe the Truths I tell , " Tis Virtue makes the Bliss , where'er we dwell . Thus Selim sung by sacred Truth inspir'd ; No Praise the Youth , but her's alone desir'd : Wise in himself , his meaning Songs ...
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... Plain , With Truth she wedded in the secret Grove , The fair - eyed Truth , and Daughters bless'd their Love . O haste , fair Maids , ye Virtues come away , Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy Shrub , for ye shall ...
... Plain , With Truth she wedded in the secret Grove , The fair - eyed Truth , and Daughters bless'd their Love . O haste , fair Maids , ye Virtues come away , Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy Shrub , for ye shall ...
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... Bagdat verify'd the Lay : Dear to the Plains , the Virtues came along , The Shepherds lov'd , and Selim bless'd his Song . THE END OF THE FIRST ECLOGUE . ECLOGUE THE SECOND . HASSAN ; OR , THE CAMEL ECLOGUE THE FIRST 9.
... Bagdat verify'd the Lay : Dear to the Plains , the Virtues came along , The Shepherds lov'd , and Selim bless'd his Song . THE END OF THE FIRST ECLOGUE . ECLOGUE THE SECOND . HASSAN ; OR , THE CAMEL ECLOGUE THE FIRST 9.
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... Plains more blest , or verdant Vales bestow : Here Rocks alone , and tasteless Sands are found , And faint and ... Plain , Gaunt Wolves and sullen Tygers in his Train : Before them Death with Shrieks directs their Way , Fills the wild ...
... Plains more blest , or verdant Vales bestow : Here Rocks alone , and tasteless Sands are found , And faint and ... Plain , Gaunt Wolves and sullen Tygers in his Train : Before them Death with Shrieks directs their Way , Fills the wild ...
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... Plain : At Morn she came those willing Flocks to lead , Where Lillies rear them in the wat'ry Mead ; From early Dawn the live - long Hours she told , " Till late at silent Eve she penn'd the Fold . Deep in the Grove beneath the secret ...
... Plain : At Morn she came those willing Flocks to lead , Where Lillies rear them in the wat'ry Mead ; From early Dawn the live - long Hours she told , " Till late at silent Eve she penn'd the Fold . Deep in the Grove beneath the secret ...
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Стр. 58 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ! And ever and anon he beat...
Стр. 58 - ... 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...
Стр. 40 - 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.
Стр. 60 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native simple heart Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art?
Стр. 52 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams ! Or if chill blust'ring 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-discovered spires ! And hears their simple bell ! and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil...
Стр. 51 - 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: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing...
Стр. 58 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined 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.
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?
Стр. 51 - 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. 63 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.