The Poems of William CollinsH. Frowde, 1907 - 90 страници |
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... rising tear ! From midst the drops , my love is born , That o'er those eyelids rove : Thus issued from a teeming wave The fabled queen of love . COLLINS B DELICATULUS . SONG THE SENTIMENTS BORROWED FROM SHAKESPEARE YOUNG Damon of the ...
... rising tear ! From midst the drops , my love is born , That o'er those eyelids rove : Thus issued from a teeming wave The fabled queen of love . COLLINS B DELICATULUS . SONG THE SENTIMENTS BORROWED FROM SHAKESPEARE YOUNG Damon of the ...
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... rising Art by slow Gradation moves , Toil builds on Toil , and Age on Age improves . The Muse alone unequal dealt her Rage , And grac'd with noblest Pomp her earliest Stage . Preserv'd thro ' Time , the speaking Scenes impart Each ...
... rising Art by slow Gradation moves , Toil builds on Toil , and Age on Age improves . The Muse alone unequal dealt her Rage , And grac'd with noblest Pomp her earliest Stage . Preserv'd thro ' Time , the speaking Scenes impart Each ...
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... rise . There Henry's Trumpets spread their loud Alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her Hero's Arms . Here gentler Edward claims a pitying Sigh , Scarce born to Honours , and so soon to die !. Yet shall thy Throne , unhappy Infant ...
... rise . There Henry's Trumpets spread their loud Alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her Hero's Arms . Here gentler Edward claims a pitying Sigh , Scarce born to Honours , and so soon to die !. Yet shall thy Throne , unhappy Infant ...
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... rise , Rage grasps the Sword , while Pity melts the Eyes . Thus , gen'rous Critic , as thy Bard inspires , The Sister Arts shall nurse their drooping Fires ; Each from his Scenes her Stores alternate bring , Spread the fair Tints , or ...
... rise , Rage grasps the Sword , while Pity melts the Eyes . Thus , gen'rous Critic , as thy Bard inspires , The Sister Arts shall nurse their drooping Fires ; Each from his Scenes her Stores alternate bring , Spread the fair Tints , or ...
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... rise , A wide wild Storm ev'n Nature's self confounding , With'ring her Giant Sons with strange uncouth Surprise . This pillar'd Earth so firm and wide , By Winds and inward Labors torn , In Thunders dread was push'd aside , And down ...
... rise , A wide wild Storm ev'n Nature's self confounding , With'ring her Giant Sons with strange uncouth Surprise . This pillar'd Earth so firm and wide , By Winds and inward Labors torn , In Thunders dread was push'd aside , And down ...
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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.