The Poems of William CollinsH. Frowde, 1907 - 90 страници |
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... hour , The youth who loved so well : Ah , me ! how many a true - love shower Of kind remembrance fell ! Each maid was woe - but Lucy chief , Her grief o'er all was tried ; Within his grave she dropp'd in grief , And o'er her loved one ...
... hour , The youth who loved so well : Ah , me ! how many a true - love shower Of kind remembrance fell ! Each maid was woe - but Lucy chief , Her grief o'er all was tried ; Within his grave she dropp'd in grief , And o'er her loved one ...
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... Hour , and luckless was the Day , When first from Schiraz ' Walls I bent my Way . Ah ! little thought I of the blasting Wind , The Thirst or pinching Hunger that Ï find ! Bethink thee , Hassan , where shall Thirst assuage , When fails ...
... Hour , and luckless was the Day , When first from Schiraz ' Walls I bent my Way . Ah ! little thought I of the blasting Wind , The Thirst or pinching Hunger that Ï find ! Bethink thee , Hassan , where shall Thirst assuage , When fails ...
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... Hour , & c . Curst be the Gold and Silver which persuade Weak Men to follow far - fatiguing Trade . The Lilly - Peace outshines the silver Store , And Life is dearer than the golden Ore . Yet Money tempts us o'er the Desart brown , To ...
... Hour , & c . Curst be the Gold and Silver which persuade Weak Men to follow far - fatiguing Trade . The Lilly - Peace outshines the silver Store , And Life is dearer than the golden Ore . Yet Money tempts us o'er the Desart brown , To ...
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... Hour , & c . O hapless Youth ! for she thy Love hath won , The tender Zara , will be most undone ! Big swell'd my Heart , and own'd the pow'rful Maid , When fast she dropt her Tears , as thus she said : " Farewel the Youth whom Sighs ...
... Hour , & c . O hapless Youth ! for she thy Love hath won , The tender Zara , will be most undone ! Big swell'd my Heart , and own'd the pow'rful Maid , When fast she dropt her Tears , as thus she said : " Farewel the Youth whom Sighs ...
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... Hours she told , " Till late at silent Eve she penn'd the Fold . Deep in the Grove beneath the secret Shade , A various Wreath of od'rous Flow'rs she made : * Gay - motley'd Pinks and sweet Junquils she chose , The Violet - blue , that ...
... Hours she told , " Till late at silent Eve she penn'd the Fold . Deep in the Grove beneath the secret Shade , A various Wreath of od'rous Flow'rs she made : * Gay - motley'd Pinks and sweet Junquils she chose , The Violet - blue , that ...
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Страница 58 - ... 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 ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She...
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Страница 60 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native simple heart Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art?
Страница 52 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams ! Or if chill blust'ring winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet ; be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires ! And hears their simple bell ! and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil...
Страница 51 - 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, As, musing...
Страница 58 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined 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.
Страница 64 - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?
Страница 51 - 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, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Страница 63 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.