The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of EachTurner & Hayden, 1844 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... monsters in thy train appear ! Danger , whose limbs of giant mould What mortal eye can fix'd behold ? Who stalks his round , an hideous form , Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose 20 TO FEAR .
... monsters in thy train appear ! Danger , whose limbs of giant mould What mortal eye can fix'd behold ? Who stalks his round , an hideous form , Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose 20 TO FEAR .
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... storm , How wondrous rose her perfect form , How in the great , the labour'd whole , Each mighty master pour'd his soul ! For sunny Florence , seat of art , Beneath her vines preserved a part , Till they , whom Science loved to name ...
... storm , How wondrous rose her perfect form , How in the great , the labour'd whole , Each mighty master pour'd his soul ! For sunny Florence , seat of art , Beneath her vines preserved a part , Till they , whom Science loved to name ...
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... storm even Nature's self confounding , Withering her giant sons with strange uncouth surprise . The Dutch , amongst whom there are very severe penalties for those who are convicted of killing this bird . They are kept tame in almost all ...
... storm even Nature's self confounding , Withering her giant sons with strange uncouth surprise . The Dutch , amongst whom there are very severe penalties for those who are convicted of killing this bird . They are kept tame in almost all ...
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... in sleep : Before whose breathing bosom's balm , Rage drops his steel , and storms grow calm Here let our sires and matrons hoar Welcome to Britain's ravaged shore ; Our youths , enamour'd of the fair , Play with 32 TO LIBERTY .
... in sleep : Before whose breathing bosom's balm , Rage drops his steel , and storms grow calm Here let our sires and matrons hoar Welcome to Britain's ravaged shore ; Our youths , enamour'd of the fair , Play with 32 TO LIBERTY .
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... storms arise ! Tired of his rude tyrannic sway , Our youth shall fix some festive day , His sullen shrines to burn : But thou , who hear'st the turning spheres , What sounds may charm thy partial ears , And gain thy blest return ! O ...
... storms arise ! Tired of his rude tyrannic sway , Our youth shall fix some festive day , His sullen shrines to burn : But thou , who hear'st the turning spheres , What sounds may charm thy partial ears , And gain thy blest return ! O ...
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Стр. 110 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 107 - ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Стр. 82 - The Summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe, By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. . Wisdom, in sable garb array'd Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend : Warm Charity, the general friend ; With Justice, to herself severe ; And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
Стр. 78 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Стр. 78 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Стр. 108 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands...
Стр. 93 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Стр. 108 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Стр. 109 - Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Стр. 111 - twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.