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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... whose dangerous path we tried ! And laft this lofty mountain's weary fide ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight , or fome feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar fhouts behind , And fhrieks and ...
... whose dangerous path we tried ! And laft this lofty mountain's weary fide ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight , or fome feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar fhouts behind , And fhrieks and ...
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... whose spirit most possest The facred feat of Shakespear's breast ! By all that from thy prophet broke , In thy divine emotions spoke ! Hither again thy fury deal , Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree ...
... whose spirit most possest The facred feat of Shakespear's breast ! By all that from thy prophet broke , In thy divine emotions spoke ! Hither again thy fury deal , Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree ...
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... d store On Hybla's thymy shore , By all her blooms , and mingled murmurs dear , By her , whose love - lorn woe , In evening mufings flow , Sooth'd fweetly fad Electra's poet's ear : By By old Cephifus deep , Who fpread his wayy sweep [ 48 ]
... d store On Hybla's thymy shore , By all her blooms , and mingled murmurs dear , By her , whose love - lorn woe , In evening mufings flow , Sooth'd fweetly fad Electra's poet's ear : By By old Cephifus deep , Who fpread his wayy sweep [ 48 ]
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... whose the Tarfol's eyes were made ; All the shadowy tribes of Mind , In braided dance their murmurs join'd , And all the bright uncounted Powers , Who feed on heaven's ambrofial flowers . Where is the Bard , whofe foul can now Its high ...
... whose the Tarfol's eyes were made ; All the shadowy tribes of Mind , In braided dance their murmurs join'd , And all the bright uncounted Powers , Who feed on heaven's ambrofial flowers . Where is the Bard , whofe foul can now Its high ...
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... Whose crown a British queen refus'd ! The magic works , thou feel'ft the ftrains , One holier name alone remains ; The perfect spell shall then avail , Hail Nymph , ador'd by Britain , hail ! ANTIST ROPHE . Beyond the measure vast of ...
... Whose crown a British queen refus'd ! The magic works , thou feel'ft the ftrains , One holier name alone remains ; The perfect spell shall then avail , Hail Nymph , ador'd by Britain , hail ! ANTIST ROPHE . Beyond the measure vast of ...
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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.