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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... eyes to the ftriking beauties of his next Publication . WITH profpects fuch as thefe , proba- bly , Mr. Collins indulged his fancy , when , in the year 1743 , after having taken the degree of a batchelor of arts , he left the univerfity ...
... eyes to the ftriking beauties of his next Publication . WITH profpects fuch as thefe , proba- bly , Mr. Collins indulged his fancy , when , in the year 1743 , after having taken the degree of a batchelor of arts , he left the univerfity ...
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... eyes , and a fixed , fedate afpect , which from in- tenfe thinking , had contracted an habi- tual frown . His proficiency in letters was greater than could have been ex- It seems to have been in one of thefe inter- vals , that he was ...
... eyes , and a fixed , fedate afpect , which from in- tenfe thinking , had contracted an habi- tual frown . His proficiency in letters was greater than could have been ex- It seems to have been in one of thefe inter- vals , that he was ...
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... eyes : For you thofe flowers her fragrant hands bestow , And yours the love that kings delight to know . Yet think not thefe , all beauteous as they are , The best kind bleffings heaven can grant the fair ! Who truft alone in beauty's ...
... eyes : For you thofe flowers her fragrant hands bestow , And yours the love that kings delight to know . Yet think not thefe , all beauteous as they are , The best kind bleffings heaven can grant the fair ! Who truft alone in beauty's ...
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... eyes , And friendly Pity , full of tender fighs ; And Love the last : by these your hearts approve These are the virtues that muft lead to love . Thus fung the fwain ; and ancient legends fay , The maids of Bagdat verified the lay ...
... eyes , And friendly Pity , full of tender fighs ; And Love the last : by these your hearts approve These are the virtues that muft lead to love . Thus fung the fwain ; and ancient legends fay , The maids of Bagdat verified the lay ...
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... eye's blue languish , and their golden hair ! Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian swains that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin , and the wafte ...
... eye's blue languish , and their golden hair ! Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian swains that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin , and the wafte ...
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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.