The poetical works of William Collins, with observations of dr. Langhorne and notes by A. Dyce1827 |
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... Fear 57 Ode to Simplicity 60 Ode on the Poetical Character 63 Ode , written in the beginning of the year 1746 ... 66 Ode to Mercy 67 Ode to Liberty 69 Ode to a Lady on the death of Colonel Ross , in the action of Fontenoy ; written in ...
... Fear 57 Ode to Simplicity 60 Ode on the Poetical Character 63 Ode , written in the beginning of the year 1746 ... 66 Ode to Mercy 67 Ode to Liberty 69 Ode to a Lady on the death of Colonel Ross , in the action of Fontenoy ; written in ...
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... Fear , " says Mr. T. Campbell , " he hints at his dramatic ambition , and he planned several tragedies . Had he lived to enjoy and adorn existence , it is not easy to conceive his sensitive spirit and harmonious ear descending to ...
... Fear , " says Mr. T. Campbell , " he hints at his dramatic ambition , and he planned several tragedies . Had he lived to enjoy and adorn existence , it is not easy to conceive his sensitive spirit and harmonious ear descending to ...
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... Fear , and to Evening ! But these perhaps are too abstract for the multitude , who cannot admire them till long established authority supersedes their own judgments . So it was even with Milton , whose early compositions , the Lycidas ...
... Fear , and to Evening ! But these perhaps are too abstract for the multitude , who cannot admire them till long established authority supersedes their own judgments . So it was even with Milton , whose early compositions , the Lycidas ...
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... fear I cannot be certain as to dates , but believe he left the university in the year 43. Some circum- stances I recollect , make me almost certain he was in London that year ; but I will not be so certain of the time he died , which I ...
... fear I cannot be certain as to dates , but believe he left the university in the year 43. Some circum- stances I recollect , make me almost certain he was in London that year ; but I will not be so certain of the time he died , which I ...
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... '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 way ! 45 " O cease , my fears ! —all frantic as ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . 45.
... '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 way ! 45 " O cease , my fears ! —all frantic as ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . 45.
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Стр. 82 - 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. 66 - 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. 91 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Стр. 81 - For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves 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. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Стр. 185 - 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. 90 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd 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 call'd on Echo still through all the song; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close: And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Стр. 104 - 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. 89 - Possessed beyond the Muse's painting ; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined ; Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired...
Стр. 91 - And, ever and anon, he beat 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 unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Стр. 156 - 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: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return!