The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - Всего страниц: 124 |
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... Peace , outshines the silver store , And life is dearer than the golden ore . " There is a prettiness in the prayer of Zara , that the blasts of the desart might be weak as her re- jected sighs , which is unworthy of the rest , COLLINS ...
... Peace , outshines the silver store , And life is dearer than the golden ore . " There is a prettiness in the prayer of Zara , that the blasts of the desart might be weak as her re- jected sighs , which is unworthy of the rest , COLLINS ...
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... peaceful scenes of her happy life ; " Oft as she went , she turn'd her backward view , " And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu . " A pretty incident is added , that she makes an annual visit to the place of her former habitation ...
... peaceful scenes of her happy life ; " Oft as she went , she turn'd her backward view , " And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu . " A pretty incident is added , that she makes an annual visit to the place of her former habitation ...
Стр. xxvii
... peace of these king- doms , in another piece , where he invokes Concord to return to the ravaged shores of Britain . TO LIBERTY . The opening of this spirited Ode rouses the mind susceptible of patriotic feelings , as with the sound of ...
... peace of these king- doms , in another piece , where he invokes Concord to return to the ravaged shores of Britain . TO LIBERTY . The opening of this spirited Ode rouses the mind susceptible of patriotic feelings , as with the sound of ...
Стр. xxxiv
... PEACE . In reading the Author before us , our attention cannot but be attracted by the fre- quent recurrence of those subjects which indicate a gentleness of temper , and a quick sensibility to the distresses of his fellow men . COLLINS ...
... PEACE . In reading the Author before us , our attention cannot but be attracted by the fre- quent recurrence of those subjects which indicate a gentleness of temper , and a quick sensibility to the distresses of his fellow men . COLLINS ...
Стр. xxxv
... Peace escaping to the skies , and just saving her hair from the furious grasp of her enemy , is appropriate and beautiful , 66 -tergoque fugaci “ Imminet , et crinem sparsum cervicibus adflat . ” This Ode was probably written during the ...
... Peace escaping to the skies , and just saving her hair from the furious grasp of her enemy , is appropriate and beautiful , 66 -tergoque fugaci “ Imminet , et crinem sparsum cervicibus adflat . ” This Ode was probably written during the ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Полный просмотр - 1797 |
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Стр. 99 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Стр. 82 - 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...
Стр. 79 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Стр. 9 - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Стр. 46 - 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. 66 - 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...
Стр. 67 - 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...
Стр. 81 - 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...
Стр. 83 - 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.
Стр. 86 - 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. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...