The poetical works of William Collins, with the comm. of Langhorne. To which is prefixed some account of the life of Collins by dr. Johnson1804 |
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... maids , attend your poet's lays , And hear how shepherds pass their golden days , Not all are blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ...
... maids , attend your poet's lays , And hear how shepherds pass their golden days , Not all are blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ...
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... maid ; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . When ... maids , I trust , than you are found , Grac'd with soft arts , the peopled world around ! The morn , that lights you , to ...
... maid ; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . When ... maids , I trust , than you are found , Grac'd with soft arts , the peopled world around ! The morn , that lights you , to ...
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... maids , and such the charms they boast , By sense unaided , or to virtue lost . Self - flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vain That love shall blind , when once he fires , the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As ...
... maids , and such the charms they boast , By sense unaided , or to virtue lost . Self - flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vain That love shall blind , when once he fires , the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As ...
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... Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along ; The shepherds lov'd ; and Selim bless'd his song . ECLOGUE II . HASSAN ; OR , THE CAMEL - 18.
... Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along ; The shepherds lov'd ; and Selim bless'd his song . ECLOGUE II . HASSAN ; OR , THE CAMEL - 18.
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... maid , When fast she dropt her tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain ; " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt , as these ...
... maid , When fast she dropt her tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain ; " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt , as these ...
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Стр. 72 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Стр. 71 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power, FIRST Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Стр. 46 - 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. 70 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Стр. 85 - 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 redbreast 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. 138 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Стр. 45 - While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, Nigh spher'd in heaven, its native strains could hear...
Стр. 8 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Стр. 142 - 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. 22 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...