The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - Всего страниц: 124 |
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... melting - down of a Poem , and reducing it to the sterling value of the matter contained in it . Who can read the greatest part of the Odes of HORACE in any translation that has yet appeared ? and who , but a native of France , reads ...
... melting - down of a Poem , and reducing it to the sterling value of the matter contained in it . Who can read the greatest part of the Odes of HORACE in any translation that has yet appeared ? and who , but a native of France , reads ...
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... larly pointed out , Coriolanus reluctantly yielding * to the intreaties of his wife and mother , 1 Rage grasps the sword , while pity melts the eyes . " And , Antony , pronouncing the funeral oration over the OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . ix.
... larly pointed out , Coriolanus reluctantly yielding * to the intreaties of his wife and mother , 1 Rage grasps the sword , while pity melts the eyes . " And , Antony , pronouncing the funeral oration over the OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . ix.
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... her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of passion melt away . Allow'd with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful " 31 ODE TO PITY .
... her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of passion melt away . Allow'd with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful " 31 ODE TO PITY .
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... melting eyes they own ; O Maid ! for all thy love to Britain shown , Where Justice bars her iron tower , To thee we build a roseate bower , Thou , thou , shalt rule our queen , and share our monarch's throne ! ODE TO LIBERTY . STROPHE ...
... melting eyes they own ; O Maid ! for all thy love to Britain shown , Where Justice bars her iron tower , To thee we build a roseate bower , Thou , thou , shalt rule our queen , and share our monarch's throne ! ODE TO LIBERTY . STROPHE ...
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... melting sigh , and every tender tear , The lover's wishes , and the virgin's fear . His * every strain the Smiles and Graces own ; But stronger Shakspeare felt for man alone : Drawn by his pen , our ruder passions stand Th ' unrivall'd ...
... melting sigh , and every tender tear , The lover's wishes , and the virgin's fear . His * every strain the Smiles and Graces own ; But stronger Shakspeare felt for man alone : Drawn by his pen , our ruder passions stand Th ' unrivall'd ...
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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...