The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and Writings |
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Let such , if such dare approach the shrine of Collins , withdraw to a respectful distance , and , should they behold the ruins of genius , or the weakness of an exalted mind , let them be taught to lament that nature has has left the ...
Let such , if such dare approach the shrine of Collins , withdraw to a respectful distance , and , should they behold the ruins of genius , or the weakness of an exalted mind , let them be taught to lament that nature has has left the ...
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Of such men of genius as have borne no public character , it seldom happens that any memoirs can be collected , of consequence enough to be recorded by the biographer . If their lives pass in obscurity , they are generally too uniform ...
Of such men of genius as have borne no public character , it seldom happens that any memoirs can be collected , of consequence enough to be recorded by the biographer . If their lives pass in obscurity , they are generally too uniform ...
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Of our exalted poet , whose life , , though far from being popular , did not altogether pass in privacy , we meet with few other accounts than such as the life of every man will afford , viz . when he was born , where he was educated ...
Of our exalted poet , whose life , , though far from being popular , did not altogether pass in privacy , we meet with few other accounts than such as the life of every man will afford , viz . when he was born , where he was educated ...
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With prospects such as thefe , probably , Mr. Collins indulged his fancy , when , in the year 1743 , after having taken the degree of a batchelor of arts , he left the university , and removed to London .
With prospects such as thefe , probably , Mr. Collins indulged his fancy , when , in the year 1743 , after having taken the degree of a batchelor of arts , he left the university , and removed to London .
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Thus Selim fung , by sacred Truth infpir'd ; Nor praise , but such as Truth beftow'd , defir'd : Wise in himself , his meaning songs convey'd Informing morals to the shepherd maid ; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find ...
Thus Selim fung , by sacred Truth infpir'd ; Nor praise , but such as Truth beftow'd , defir'd : Wise in himself , his meaning songs convey'd Informing morals to the shepherd maid ; Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find ...
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Страница 55 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Страница 151 - Vengeance, in the lurid air, Lifts her red arm, expos'd and bare : On whom that ravening brood of Fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait : Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee ? EPODE.
Страница 170 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves 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.
Страница 84 - O nymph endear'd ! Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native simple heart Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm, energic, chaste, sublime!
Страница 96 - No wither'd 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 gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Страница 121 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Страница 46 - Though gentle Pity claim her mingled part, Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine.
Страница 178 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Страница 73 - ... The gradual dusky veil, While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Страница 81 - He threw his blood-stained 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 The doubling drum, with furious heat...
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| Заглавие | The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and Writings Eighteenth century collections online |
| Автори | William Collins, John Langhorne |
| Редактор | John Langhorne |
| Издател | T. Becket and P. A. Dehondt, 1765 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 16 авг. 2007 |
| Брой страници | 166 страници |
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