The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - Всего страниц: 124 |
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... retir'd . " And her notes die away into silence , by soft and imperceptible gradations , in a cadence much finer than the dying dying fall of Pope exccuted in the same key . Cheerfulness is exhibited with a lively group xl ON THE ...
... retir'd . " And her notes die away into silence , by soft and imperceptible gradations , in a cadence much finer than the dying dying fall of Pope exccuted in the same key . Cheerfulness is exhibited with a lively group xl ON THE ...
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... retir'd , Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir'd : A russet mantle , like a swain , he wore , And thought of crowns and busy courts no more . " Be every youth like royal Abbas movd , " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ...
... retir'd , Or sought the vale where first his heart was fir'd : A russet mantle , like a swain , he wore , And thought of crowns and busy courts no more . " Be every youth like royal Abbas movd , " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ...
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... d Muse shall near 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 ODE TO PITY . 31.
... d Muse shall near 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 ODE TO PITY . 31.
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... There happier than in islands blest , Or bowers by Spring or Hebe drest , The chiefs who fill our Albion's story , In warlike weeds , retir'd in glory , Hear their consorted Druids sing Their triumphs to th ' 58 ODE TO LIBERTY .
... There happier than in islands blest , Or bowers by Spring or Hebe drest , The chiefs who fill our Albion's story , In warlike weeds , retir'd in glory , Hear their consorted Druids sing Their triumphs to th ' 58 ODE TO LIBERTY .
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... retir'd , My silent search in vain requir'd , No more my sail that deep explores , No more I search those magic shores , What regions part the world of soul , Or whence thy streams , Opinion , roll : If e'er I round such Fairy field ...
... retir'd , My silent search in vain requir'd , No more my sail that deep explores , No more I search those magic shores , What regions part the world of soul , Or whence thy streams , Opinion , roll : If e'er I round such Fairy field ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Полный просмотр - 1797 |
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Abra lov'd AGIB ANTISTROPHE Bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Comus Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy Fate Fear fix'd flowers Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle Julius Cæsar lyre Lyric Poetry magic maid like Abra midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native nature numbers nymph o'er passions Pastoral Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's Poetry pour'd Published by Cadell rage retir'd round royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shriek shrine sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild world unknown youth like royal
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Стр. 101 - 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.
Стр. 81 - 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. 68 - 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. 47 - 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. 102 - No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Стр. 83 - 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. 82 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Стр. 87 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best.
Стр. 104 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade.
Стр. 87 - 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...