The Poetical Works of William Collins, Том 1W. Pickering, 1830 - Всего страниц: 150 |
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... Muse had touched the lips of his infancy , and infused her spirit into him ; she had given him a piercing understanding , and an amiable disposi- tion and temper ; she enabled him to come forth with poetry of the first class , in the ...
... Muse had touched the lips of his infancy , and infused her spirit into him ; she had given him a piercing understanding , and an amiable disposi- tion and temper ; she enabled him to come forth with poetry of the first class , in the ...
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... Muse shall near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . 15 00 20 335 25 30 35 b The river Arun runs by the village of Trotton in Sussex , where Otway had his birth . There let me oft , retired by day ...
... Muse shall near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . 15 00 20 335 25 30 35 b The river Arun runs by the village of Trotton in Sussex , where Otway had his birth . There let me oft , retired by day ...
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... Muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bardd who first invoked thy name , 30 Disdain'd in Marathon its power to feel : For not alone he ...
... Muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bardd who first invoked thy name , 30 Disdain'd in Marathon its power to feel : For not alone he ...
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... Muse , Beyond yon braided clouds that lie , 90 95 95 100 Paving the light embroider'd sky , Amidst the bright pavilion'd plains , The beauteous model still remains . There , happier than in islands blest , Or bowers by spring or Hebe ...
... Muse , Beyond yon braided clouds that lie , 90 95 95 100 Paving the light embroider'd sky , Amidst the bright pavilion'd plains , The beauteous model still remains . There , happier than in islands blest , Or bowers by spring or Hebe ...
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... pale thou see'st him lie , Wild War insulting near : VARIATIONS . Ver . 31. Old Edward's sons , untaught to yield , 49. If , drawn by all a lover's art , 35 40 45 50 Where'er from time thou court'st relief , The Muse shall 46 ODES .
... pale thou see'st him lie , Wild War insulting near : VARIATIONS . Ver . 31. Old Edward's sons , untaught to yield , 49. If , drawn by all a lover's art , 35 40 45 50 Where'er from time thou court'st relief , The Muse shall 46 ODES .
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Стр. 61 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, 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.
Стр. 60 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Стр. 87 - 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 wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Стр. 50 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering 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-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Стр. 9 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way." At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor, From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure!
Стр. 61 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. They would have thought who heard the strain. They saw in Tempe's...
Стр. lix - 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. 49 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, 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. 110 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share, Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Стр. 63 - 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.