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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... imagination bring the heaviest task upon the vigilance of rea- fon ; and to bear thofe faculties with unerring rectitude , or invariable pro- priety , requires a degree of firmnefs and A of 1 [ ] of cool attention , which doth not [ i ]
... imagination bring the heaviest task upon the vigilance of rea- fon ; and to bear thofe faculties with unerring rectitude , or invariable pro- priety , requires a degree of firmnefs and A of 1 [ ] of cool attention , which doth not [ i ]
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... bear the marks of an amorous disposition , and that he is one of those few poets , who have failed to Delphi , without touch- ing at Cythera . The allufions of this kind that appear in his Oriental Eclogues were indifpenfable in that ...
... bear the marks of an amorous disposition , and that he is one of those few poets , who have failed to Delphi , without touch- ing at Cythera . The allufions of this kind that appear in his Oriental Eclogues were indifpenfable in that ...
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... bear their fweets away ; 1 By Tigris ' wandering waves he fat , and fung This useful leffon for the fair and young . Ye Perfian dames , he faid , to you belong , Well may they please , the morals of my fong : No fairer maids , I truft ...
... bear their fweets away ; 1 By Tigris ' wandering waves he fat , and fung This useful leffon for the fair and young . Ye Perfian dames , he faid , to you belong , Well may they please , the morals of my fong : No fairer maids , I truft ...
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... bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no fprings in murmurs break away , Or mofs - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the green delights to know , Which plains more bleft , or verdant vales ...
... bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no fprings in murmurs break away , Or mofs - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the green delights to know , Which plains more bleft , or verdant vales ...
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... bear 1 Swift from his grasp thy golden hair , And fought'ft thy native skies : When War , by vultures drawn from far , To Britain bent his iron car , And bad his ftorms arife ! Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway , Our youth fhall fix fome ...
... bear 1 Swift from his grasp thy golden hair , And fought'ft thy native skies : When War , by vultures drawn from far , To Britain bent his iron car , And bad his ftorms arife ! Tir'd of his rude tyrannic sway , Our youth fhall fix fome ...
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Abra allegorical beautiful bleft breathe Britiſh charm circumftances COLLINS compofition defcribed defcription Deferted delight deſpair diftinguiſhed dreft Druid ECLOGUE Epithalamium expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame Fancy fcenes Fear feems fentiment fhade fhall fhed fhepherds fhrine fide fighs fimple fimplicity firſt flowers foft folemn fome fometimes fong fons foothing fpecies fprings ftill ftrain fubjects fuch fullen fung fwain fweet fword genius gentleft Georgian Greece grief grove hair heart himſelf imagery iſle laft laſt lov'd maid meaſure midft moft moſt mufic mufing Muſe myrtles nature numbers nymph o'er obfervable ODE ODE ORIENTAL ECLOGUES paffions paftoral Pity plain pleaſure poems poet poet's poetical poetry Polynices reaſon reſpectable royal Abbas ſcene Schiraz ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould SIR THOMAS HANMER ſpirit Strabo ſweet tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro uſe vale verfe watchet whofe whoſe wild wizzard youth
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Страница 33 - ECLOGUE IV. AGIB AND SECANDER; i*» THE FUGITIVES. SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA. TIME, MIDNIGHT. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd, Each swain was blest, for every maid was kind...
Страница 53 - 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 79 - Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
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 120 - 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 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 96 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast 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 81 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Страница 44 - 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. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice Silent and pale in wild amazement hung.