The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - Всего страниц: 124 |
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... breathing of cassia , myrrh , and cinnamon , to the Gentle Shepherd of RAMSAY , whose damsels carry their milking pails through the frost and snows of their less genial , but not less pastoral country . The province of Pastoral may in ...
... breathing of cassia , myrrh , and cinnamon , to the Gentle Shepherd of RAMSAY , whose damsels carry their milking pails through the frost and snows of their less genial , but not less pastoral country . The province of Pastoral may in ...
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... temper , and a quick sensibility to the distresses of his fellow men . COLLINS did not use the liberal breath of Poetry to fan those flames which consume and destroy mankind ; Peace , Mercy , xxxiv ON THE POETICAL WORKS.
... temper , and a quick sensibility to the distresses of his fellow men . COLLINS did not use the liberal breath of Poetry to fan those flames which consume and destroy mankind ; Peace , Mercy , xxxiv ON THE POETICAL WORKS.
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... Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandring waves he sat , and sung This useful lesson for the fair and young . Ye Persian dames , he said , to you belong , Well may they please , the morals of my song ...
... Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandring waves he sat , and sung This useful lesson for the fair and young . Ye Persian dames , he said , to you belong , Well may they please , the morals of my song ...
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... ' tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray , Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ; Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led 7 ...
... ' tis sweet o'er fields of rice to stray , Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ; Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led 7 ...
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... Breath'd his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests green . Her maids around her mov'd , a duteous band ! Each bore a crook all rural in her hand ...
... Breath'd his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests green . Her maids around her mov'd , a duteous band ! Each bore a crook all rural in her hand ...
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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...