The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 oldal |
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xiv. oldal
... feet . " The images in the two following lines seem to be borrowed from the 5th chapter of Matthew , " The lily , Peace , outshines the silver store , And life is dearer than the golden ore . " There is a prettiness in the prayer of ...
... feet . " The images in the two following lines seem to be borrowed from the 5th chapter of Matthew , " The lily , Peace , outshines the silver store , And life is dearer than the golden ore . " There is a prettiness in the prayer of ...
12. oldal
... feet ; And , fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain . Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them Death with shrieks directs ...
... feet ; And , fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain . Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them Death with shrieks directs ...
22. oldal
... feet deny , No longer friendly to my life , to flie . Friend of my heart ! Oh turn thee and survey , Trace our long flight through all its length of way ! And first review that long - extended plain , And yon wide groves , already past ...
... feet deny , No longer friendly to my life , to flie . Friend of my heart ! Oh turn thee and survey , Trace our long flight through all its length of way ! And first review that long - extended plain , And yon wide groves , already past ...
39. oldal
... wavy sweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat , On whose enamell'd side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth ODE TO SIMPLICITY . 39.
... wavy sweep In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat , On whose enamell'd side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth ODE TO SIMPLICITY . 39.
41. oldal
... feet to bless the servile scene . Tho ' taste , tho ' genius , bless . To some divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole : What each , what all supply ,. May court , may charm our eye , Thou ! only thou can'st ...
... feet to bless the servile scene . Tho ' taste , tho ' genius , bless . To some divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole : What each , what all supply ,. May court , may charm our eye , Thou ! only thou can'st ...
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegory ANTISTROPHE bade that Crook bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest drooping Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fated Fear fix'd flowers gentle Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle join'd Julius Cæsar lyre magic maid like Abra melt midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native Nature numbers nymph o'er OLD BAILEY pale passions Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's POETICAL Poetry possest pour'd Published by Cadell rage round scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shore shriek sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild winds world unknown
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99. oldal - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. 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...
82. oldal - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
79. oldal - 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...
9. oldal - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
46. oldal - 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.
66. oldal - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
67. oldal - 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...
81. oldal - 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...
83. oldal - 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.
86. oldal - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...