The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and WritingsT. Becket and P. A. Dehondt, 1765 - 166 страници |
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... these fimple memoirs of the man , will not be unac- ceptable to those who admire the poet : for we never receive pleasure without a defire to be acquainted with the fource from whence it fprings ; a fpecies of cu- riofity , which , as ...
... these fimple memoirs of the man , will not be unac- ceptable to those who admire the poet : for we never receive pleasure without a defire to be acquainted with the fource from whence it fprings ; a fpecies of cu- riofity , which , as ...
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... these poems was far from being equal to their merit ; but to a novice in the pursuit of fame , the least encouragement is fuffi- cient if he does not at once acquire that reputation to which his merit inti- tles him , he embraces the ...
... these poems was far from being equal to their merit ; but to a novice in the pursuit of fame , the least encouragement is fuffi- cient if he does not at once acquire that reputation to which his merit inti- tles him , he embraces the ...
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... these circumftances , fo mor- tifying to every juft expectation , when neither his wants were relieved , nor his reputation extended , he found fome confolation in changing the fcene , and vifiting vifiting his uncle , colonel MARTIN ...
... these circumftances , fo mor- tifying to every juft expectation , when neither his wants were relieved , nor his reputation extended , he found fome confolation in changing the fcene , and vifiting vifiting his uncle , colonel MARTIN ...
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... these your hearts approve , These are the virtues that must lead to love . Thus fung the fwain ; and ancient legends fay The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along , The fhepherds lov'd , and ...
... these your hearts approve , These are the virtues that must lead to love . Thus fung the fwain ; and ancient legends fay The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along , The fhepherds lov'd , and ...
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... these rejected fighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'ft thou fee , " No griefs endure , nor weep , falfe youth , like me . ” O let me fafely to the fair return , Say with a kiss , fhe muft not , fhall not mourn ; O ! let me teach ...
... these rejected fighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'ft thou fee , " No griefs endure , nor weep , falfe youth , like me . ” O let me fafely to the fair return , Say with a kiss , fhe muft not , fhall not mourn ; O ! let me teach ...
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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...