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From The Seasons Spring Summer Winter A Hymn From The Castle of Indolence Rule , Britannia 207 2II 17 221 226 WILLIAM COLLINS . Ode to Evening · Ode to Fear Ode , written in 1746 Ode to Simplicity The Passions Ode on the Death of Mr.
From The Seasons Spring Summer Winter A Hymn From The Castle of Indolence Rule , Britannia 207 2II 17 221 226 WILLIAM COLLINS . Ode to Evening · Ode to Fear Ode , written in 1746 Ode to Simplicity The Passions Ode on the Death of Mr.
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... Who then their Ev'ning - Dews may spare , When thou no longer art their Care ; But shalt , like ancient Heroes , burn , And some bright Hearth be made thy Urn . 30 TO THE NIGHTINGALE EXERT thy Voice , sweet Harbinger of Spring !
... Who then their Ev'ning - Dews may spare , When thou no longer art their Care ; But shalt , like ancient Heroes , burn , And some bright Hearth be made thy Urn . 30 TO THE NIGHTINGALE EXERT thy Voice , sweet Harbinger of Spring !
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... When freshened Grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool Banks to pleasing Rest invite , Whence springs the Woodbind , and the Bramble - Rose , And where the sleepy Cowslip sheltered grows ; Whilst now a paler Hue the Foxglove ...
... When freshened Grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool Banks to pleasing Rest invite , Whence springs the Woodbind , and the Bramble - Rose , And where the sleepy Cowslip sheltered grows ; Whilst now a paler Hue the Foxglove ...
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55 50 Rough satyrs dance , and Pan applauds the song : The nymphs , forsaking ev'ry cave and spring , Their early fruit , and milk - white turtles bring ! Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain , On you their gifts are all ...
55 50 Rough satyrs dance , and Pan applauds the song : The nymphs , forsaking ev'ry cave and spring , Their early fruit , and milk - white turtles bring ! Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain , On you their gifts are all ...
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THE RAPE OF THE LOCK CANTO I 5 10 What dire offence from am'rous causes springs , What mighty contests rise from trivial things , I sing This verse to Caryll , Muse ! is due : This , ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the ...
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK CANTO I 5 10 What dire offence from am'rous causes springs , What mighty contests rise from trivial things , I sing This verse to Caryll , Muse ! is due : This , ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the ...
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appear arms beauty beneath bless breast breath bright charms clouds dark dead death deep earth eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fields fire give grace grave green grow hair hand head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour kind king land leave lies light live look maid mind morning mourn Muse nature never night nymph o'er once pain pass passions plain pleasing pleasure poor praise pride raise rest rise roll round rule scene seen sense shade shine side sigh sing smile soft song soul sound spread spring stand strain sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till trembling true turn Twas verse voice waves wind wish wonder woods youth
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Стр. 83 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 321 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 252 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 320 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Стр. 251 - 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. 323 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 324 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 316 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 319 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 248 - 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. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...