The Poetical Works of William Collins, Том 1W. Pickering, 1830 - Всего страниц: 150 |
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... youth ; and to deserve , if not to win , the en- vied laurel , which millions have reached at in vain ! What seeming glories and blessings were these ! Yet to how few was so much misery dis- pensed as to this once envied being ! May we ...
... youth ; and to deserve , if not to win , the en- vied laurel , which millions have reached at in vain ! What seeming glories and blessings were these ! Yet to how few was so much misery dis- pensed as to this once envied being ! May we ...
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... passion of youth and boyhood , we cannot be much mistaken in the merit we ascribe to him who is the object of it . S. E. B. ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . WRITTEN ORIGINALLY FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE lxxii ESSAY ON THE GENIUS , ETC.
... passion of youth and boyhood , we cannot be much mistaken in the merit we ascribe to him who is the object of it . S. E. B. ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . WRITTEN ORIGINALLY FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE lxxii ESSAY ON THE GENIUS , ETC.
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... Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . 10 VARIATION . Ver . 8. No praise the youth , but hers alone desired : 15 When sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride.
... Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . 10 VARIATION . Ver . 8. No praise the youth , but hers alone desired : 15 When sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride.
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... no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day , where reason rules the mind . ' Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , ' When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! ' " O hapless youth ! —for she thy love hath HASSAN . 9.
... no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day , where reason rules the mind . ' Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , ' When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! ' " O hapless youth ! —for she thy love hath HASSAN . 9.
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... youth whom sighs could not detain ; Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain ! Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no perils mayst thou see , 79 No griefs ...
... youth whom sighs could not detain ; Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain ! Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no perils mayst thou see , 79 No griefs ...
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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.