The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - 144 oldal |
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18. oldal
... sighs ; And Love the last : by these your hearts approve ; These are the virtues that must lead to love . Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along ...
... sighs ; And Love the last : by these your hearts approve ; These are the virtues that must lead to love . Thus sung the swain ; and ancient legends say The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along ...
19. oldal
... way pursue ; Shrill roar'd the winds , and dreary was the view ! With desperate sorrow wild , the affrighted man Thrice sigh'd ; thrice struck his breast ; and thus began : Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright ; 19.
... way pursue ; Shrill roar'd the winds , and dreary was the view ! With desperate sorrow wild , the affrighted man Thrice sigh'd ; thrice struck his breast ; and thus began : Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright ; 19.
22. oldal
... sighs could not detain ; " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou 22.
... sighs could not detain ; " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou 22.
34. oldal
... sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of passion melt away , Allow'd with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , Virgin , thou again delight ...
... sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In dreams of passion melt away , Allow'd with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , Virgin , thou again delight ...
37. oldal
William Collins. Wrapt in thy cloudy veil , th ' incestuous3 queen Sigh'd the sad call her son and husband heard , When once alone it broke the silent scene , And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd . O Fear , I know thee by my ...
William Collins. Wrapt in thy cloudy veil , th ' incestuous3 queen Sigh'd the sad call her son and husband heard , When once alone it broke the silent scene , And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd . O Fear , I know thee by my ...
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68. oldal - 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.
67. oldal - 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.
80. oldal - 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.
66. 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...
69. oldal - 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...
42. 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.
69. 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 a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
35. oldal - 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...
18. oldal - 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...
134. oldal - 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.