The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - 144 oldal |
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41. oldal
... To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER . As once , -if 41.
... To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER . As once , -if 41.
43. oldal
... Seraphic wires were heard to sound , Now sublimest triumph swelling , Now on love and mercy dwelling ; And she , from out the veiling cloud , Breath'd her magic notes aloud : And thou , thou rich - hair'd youth of morn 43.
... Seraphic wires were heard to sound , Now sublimest triumph swelling , Now on love and mercy dwelling ; And she , from out the veiling cloud , Breath'd her magic notes aloud : And thou , thou rich - hair'd youth of morn 43.
49. oldal
... sounds to life , The youths , whose locks divinely spreading , Like vernal hyacinths in sullen hue , At once the breath of fear and virtue shedding , Applauding Freedom lov'd of old to view ? What new Alcaeus ' , fancy - blest , Shall ...
... sounds to life , The youths , whose locks divinely spreading , Like vernal hyacinths in sullen hue , At once the breath of fear and virtue shedding , Applauding Freedom lov'd of old to view ? What new Alcaeus ' , fancy - blest , Shall ...
50. oldal
... sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided pow'r ' E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Push'd ...
... sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided pow'r ' E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Push'd ...
56. oldal
... , Play with the tangles of her hair , Till , in one loud applauding sound , The nations shout to her around , O how supremely art thou blest , Thou , lady - thou shalt rule the west ! ODE TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL ROSS 56.
... , Play with the tangles of her hair , Till , in one loud applauding sound , The nations shout to her around , O how supremely art thou blest , Thou , lady - thou shalt rule the west ! ODE TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL ROSS 56.
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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.