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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... side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ! " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my ...
... side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ! " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my ...
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... fear and desperate sorrow led : Fast as they prest their flight , behind them lay Wide ravag'd plains ; and vallies stole away : Along the mountain's bending sides they ran , Till , 28 Agib and Secander; or, The Fugitives.
... fear and desperate sorrow led : Fast as they prest their flight , behind them lay Wide ravag'd plains ; and vallies stole away : Along the mountain's bending sides they ran , Till , 28 Agib and Secander; or, The Fugitives.
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William Collins John Langhorne. Along the mountain's bending sides they ran , Till , faint and weak , Secander thus ... side ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet , hapless , must thou know The toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still ...
William Collins John Langhorne. Along the mountain's bending sides they ran , Till , faint and weak , Secander thus ... side ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet , hapless , must thou know The toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still ...
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... side , ' Euripides , of whom Aristotle pronounces , on a compa- rison of him with Sophocles , that he was the greater master of the tender passions , ην τραγικώτερος . Deserted stream , and mute ? Wild Arun2 too has 32 ODE to Pity.
... side , ' Euripides , of whom Aristotle pronounces , on a compa- rison of him with Sophocles , that he was the greater master of the tender passions , ην τραγικώτερος . Deserted stream , and mute ? Wild Arun2 too has 32 ODE to Pity.
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... side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath ...
... side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath ...
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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...