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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... deep applauding thunder ; And Truth , in sunny vest array'd , By whose the tarsel's eyes were made ; All the shadowy tribes of mind , In braided dance , their murmurs join'd , And all the bright uncounted powers Who feed on heaven's ...
... deep applauding thunder ; And Truth , in sunny vest array'd , By whose the tarsel's eyes were made ; All the shadowy tribes of mind , In braided dance , their murmurs join'd , And all the bright uncounted powers Who feed on heaven's ...
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... deep despair , Her garments torn , her bosom bare , Impatient Freedom lies ! Her matted tresses madly spread , To ev'ry sod , which wraps the dead , She turns her joyless eyes . Ne'er shall she leave that lowly ground Till notes of ...
... deep despair , Her garments torn , her bosom bare , Impatient Freedom lies ! Her matted tresses madly spread , To ev'ry sod , which wraps the dead , She turns her joyless eyes . Ne'er shall she leave that lowly ground Till notes of ...
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... deep explores ; No more I search those magic shores ; What regions part the world of soul , Or whence thy streams , Opinion , roll : If e'er I round such fairy field , Some pow'r impart the spear and shield At which the wizzard Passions ...
... deep explores ; No more I search those magic shores ; What regions part the world of soul , Or whence thy streams , Opinion , roll : If e'er I round such fairy field , Some pow'r impart the spear and shield At which the wizzard Passions ...
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... Deep sunk in grief , and mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they press , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who is he whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient and a fiercer air ...
... Deep sunk in grief , and mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they press , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who is he whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient and a fiercer air ...
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... deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade . Then maids and youths shall linger here ; And , while its sounds at distance swell , Shall ...
... deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade . Then maids and youths shall linger here ; And , while its sounds at distance swell , Shall ...
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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...