The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of EachTurner & Hayden, 1844 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers she made : Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there : The finish ...
... beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers she made : Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there : The finish ...
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... Beneath her vines preserved a part , Till they , whom Science loved to name , ( Oh ! who could fear it ? ) quench'd her flame . And lo , an humbler relic laid In jealous Pisa's olive shade ! See small Marino joins the theme , Though ...
... Beneath her vines preserved a part , Till they , whom Science loved to name , ( Oh ! who could fear it ? ) quench'd her flame . And lo , an humbler relic laid In jealous Pisa's olive shade ! See small Marino joins the theme , Though ...
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... Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves ; Or Winter , yelling through the troublous air , Affrights thy shrinking train , And rudely rends thy robes : So long , regardful of thy quiet rule , Shall ...
... Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves ; Or Winter , yelling through the troublous air , Affrights thy shrinking train , And rudely rends thy robes : So long , regardful of thy quiet rule , Shall ...
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... beneath the gliding sail ! VII . Yet lives there one , whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmʼring near ; With him , sweet bard , may Fancy die , And Joy desert the blooming year . VIII . But thou , lorn stream , whose ...
... beneath the gliding sail ! VII . Yet lives there one , whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmʼring near ; With him , sweet bard , may Fancy die , And Joy desert the blooming year . VIII . But thou , lorn stream , whose ...
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... Beneath the shepherd's haunted pillow laid , Was meant by love to charm the silent hour , The secret present of a matchless maid . The Cyprian queen , at Hymen's fond request , Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art ; Fears ...
... Beneath the shepherd's haunted pillow laid , Was meant by love to charm the silent hour , The secret present of a matchless maid . The Cyprian queen , at Hymen's fond request , Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art ; Fears ...
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Amyntas arms bard beauteous beauty beneath blast blest bloom blooming band bosom bower breast breathe Bring Daphnis home brow Codrus Corydon Damætas dare death deep delight divine dread drest eclogue Eton College fair fame Fancy fate fear fire flame flocks flowers gale glory glow grace Gray grove hand haste hear heart Heaven ignoble prize Julius Cæsar lofty lonely Lycidas lyre maid Margaret of Anjou melting Menalcas mighty mind Mopsus mountains mourn Muse ne'er numbers nymphs o'er Ovid pastoral peace Pindar pine pipe plain poem powerful charms praise pride promised song rage reign round sacred scene shade shepherds sing skies smile soft song soothe soul spring storm strain stream sublime sung swain sweet tear thee thine thou thought Tityrus toil Twas vale verse virtue Virtue's voice warbling wave wild winds wing yonder youth
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Стр. 109 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 108 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 48 - 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 ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
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. 75 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd ! How low, how little, are the proud ! How indigent the great...
Стр. 43 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Стр. 110 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 27 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Стр. 150 - 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. 41 - The doubling drum with furious heat; And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.