The Poems of William CollinsH. Frowde, 1907 - 90 страници |
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... Nymphs , who own my gentle Reign , " Tune the sweet Lyre , and grace my airy Train ! " If , where ye rove , your searching Eyes have known " One perfect Mind , which Judgment calls its own ; " There ev'ry Breast its fondest Hopes must ...
... Nymphs , who own my gentle Reign , " Tune the sweet Lyre , and grace my airy Train ! " If , where ye rove , your searching Eyes have known " One perfect Mind , which Judgment calls its own ; " There ev'ry Breast its fondest Hopes must ...
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... Nymph , at last ? Say , wilt thou shroud in haunted Cell , Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell ? * Eschylus . + Jocasta . οὐδ ' ἔτ ̓ ὠρώρει βοή , Ἦν μὲν σιωπή φθέγμα δ ̓ ἐξαίφνης τινὸς Θώϋξεν αὐτόν , ὥστε πάντας ὀρθίας Στῆσαι φόβῳ ...
... Nymph , at last ? Say , wilt thou shroud in haunted Cell , Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell ? * Eschylus . + Jocasta . οὐδ ' ἔτ ̓ ὠρώρει βοή , Ἦν μὲν σιωπή φθέγμα δ ̓ ἐξαίφνης τινὸς Θώϋξεν αὐτόν , ὥστε πάντας ὀρθίας Στῆσαι φόβῳ ...
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... Nymph , to Thee I call ! 3 . By all the honey'd Store On Hybla's Thymy Shore , By all her Blooms , and mingled Murmurs dear , By Her * , whose Love - lorn Woe , In Ev'ning Musings slow Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's Poet's Ear : By old ...
... Nymph , to Thee I call ! 3 . By all the honey'd Store On Hybla's Thymy Shore , By all her Blooms , and mingled Murmurs dear , By Her * , whose Love - lorn Woe , In Ev'ning Musings slow Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's Poet's Ear : By old ...
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... Nymph in turn applied , As if , in Air unseen , some hov'ring Hand , Some chaste and Angel - Friend to Virgin - Fame , With whisper'd Spell had burst the starting Band , It left unblest her loath'd dishonour'd Side ; Happier hopeless ...
... Nymph in turn applied , As if , in Air unseen , some hov'ring Hand , Some chaste and Angel - Friend to Virgin - Fame , With whisper'd Spell had burst the starting Band , It left unblest her loath'd dishonour'd Side ; Happier hopeless ...
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... Nymph , ador'd by Britain , Hail ! ANTISTROPHE . Beyond the Measure vast of Thought , The Works , the Wizzard Time has wrought ! The Gaul , ' tis held of antique Story , Saw Britain link'd to his now adverse Strand †† , No Sea between ...
... Nymph , ador'd by Britain , Hail ! ANTISTROPHE . Beyond the Measure vast of Thought , The Works , the Wizzard Time has wrought ! The Gaul , ' tis held of antique Story , Saw Britain link'd to his now adverse Strand †† , No Sea between ...
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ANTISTROPHE Bard blest Bow'r breathe charm Chichester Circassia Collins's Colonel Martin Colonel Ross Death of Colonel delight demyship drest dwell edition Ev'n ev'ry Eyes fair Fairy Fancy Fear Feet Flow'rs folding Star fond friends Gentleman's Magazine gentlest Gilbert White Grief Grove hail Hand haunt hear Heart Heav'n honour Hour Isle John Home John Ragsdale Johnson join'd Joseph Warton letter lived London lov'd Love magic Maid melting midst Mind mourn Muse Myrtles ne'er Numbers Nymph o'er Oxford Passions Payne pensive Persian Eclogues Pity Pity's Plains poems poet Poet's Poetical possest pour'd Pow'r Queen's College Rage retir'd round rove Scene Shade Shepherds Shrine Sir Thomas Hanmer sister Song Sons of Soul sooth Sophocles Soul Sound Spring stanza sullen sung Swain sweet Tears Thee Thomas Warton Thou thought thro Toil Vale wild William Collins Winchester College Wizzard written Youth ἐν
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Страница 58 - 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 ! And ever and anon he beat...
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...
Страница 40 - 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.
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.