The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 páginas |
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... lyre in one rude clash . It is rather a violent fiction to make Despair play at all . So deadening a sen- sation hardly leaves room for any exertion . The next is truly enchanting . It begins with a sprightly apostrophe , " But thou , O ...
... lyre in one rude clash . It is rather a violent fiction to make Despair play at all . So deadening a sen- sation hardly leaves room for any exertion . The next is truly enchanting . It begins with a sprightly apostrophe , " But thou , O ...
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... 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 . With woful measures wan Despair- Low sullen sounds his grief 82 THE PASSIONS .
... 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 . With woful measures wan Despair- Low sullen sounds his grief 82 THE PASSIONS .
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... lyre aside ? As in that lov'd Athenian bower , You learn'd an all - commanding power , Thy mimic soul , O nymph endear'd ! Can well recall what then it heard . Where is thy native simple heart , Devote to virtue , fancy , art ? Arise ...
... lyre aside ? As in that lov'd Athenian bower , You learn'd an all - commanding power , Thy mimic soul , O nymph endear'd ! Can well recall what then it heard . Where is thy native simple heart , Devote to virtue , fancy , art ? Arise ...
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... lyre he strung , Sweet flow'd the lays - but love was all he sung . The gay description could not fail to move ; For , led by nature , all are friends to love . But Heaven , still various in its works , decreed The perfect boast of time ...
... lyre he strung , Sweet flow'd the lays - but love was all he sung . The gay description could not fail to move ; For , led by nature , all are friends to love . But Heaven , still various in its works , decreed The perfect boast of time ...
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... lyres , in many - colour'd vest , Their matted hair with boughs fantastic crown'd : Whether thou bid'st the well - taught hind repeat The choral dirge that mourns some chieftain brave , When ev'ry shrieking maid her bosom beat , And ...
... lyres , in many - colour'd vest , Their matted hair with boughs fantastic crown'd : Whether thou bid'st the well - taught hind repeat The choral dirge that mourns some chieftain brave , When ev'ry shrieking maid her bosom beat , And ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Vista completa - 1797 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abra lov'd AGIB ANTISTROPHE Bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Comus Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy Fate Fear fix'd flowers Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle Julius Cæsar lyre Lyric Poetry magic maid like Abra midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native nature numbers nymph o'er passions Pastoral Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's Poetry pour'd Published by Cadell rage retir'd round royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shriek shrine sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild world unknown youth like royal
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Página 101 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Página 81 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Página 68 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Página 47 - 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.
Página 102 - No goblins lead their nightly crew; 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 gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Página 83 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Página 82 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Página 87 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best.
Página 104 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade.
Página 87 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...