The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... Fear .... to Simplicity ... ............... . on the Poetical Character ... written in the Year 1746 ... to Mercy to Liberty ............... ...... to a Lady , on the Death of Colonel Ross in the Action of Fontenoy to Evening ...
... Fear .... to Simplicity ... ............... . on the Poetical Character ... written in the Year 1746 ... to Mercy to Liberty ............... ...... to a Lady , on the Death of Colonel Ross in the Action of Fontenoy to Evening ...
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... fears ! —all frantic as I go , When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe , 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 ...
... fears ! —all frantic as I go , When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe , 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 ...
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... O ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He said , and call'd on heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA , OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA 23.
... O ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He said , and call'd on heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA , OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA 23.
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... fear obey'd . " Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd ; " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft , as she went , she backward turn'd her ...
... fear obey'd . " Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd ; " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft , as she went , she backward turn'd her ...
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... brother shepherds fled Where wildering 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 ECLOGUE IV. ...
... brother shepherds fled Where wildering 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 ECLOGUE IV. ...
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Стр. 68 - 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. 67 - 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. 80 - No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered 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 gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Стр. 66 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Стр. 69 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Стр. 42 - 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. 69 - 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 a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Стр. 35 - O THOU by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought, In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong : Who first, on mountains wild, In Fancy, loveliest child, Thy babe or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song ! Thou who with hermit heart Disdain'st the wealth of art...
Стр. 18 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace outshines the silver store, And life is dearer than the golden ore ; Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown...
Стр. 134 - 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.