The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - 144 páginas |
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... grove ; Immortal Truth ; and daughters bless'd their love . -O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues , come away ! Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd , or Araby , no ...
... grove ; Immortal Truth ; and daughters bless'd their love . -O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues , come away ! Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd , or Araby , no ...
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... grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain : At morn she came those willing flocks to lead , Where lilies rear them in the watery mead ; From ...
... grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain : At morn she came those willing flocks to lead , Where lilies rear them in the watery mead ; From ...
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... grove , beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers she made : Gay - motley'd ' pinks and sweet jonquils she chose ; The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All - sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there ...
... grove , beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers she made : Gay - motley'd ' pinks and sweet jonquils she chose ; The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All - sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there ...
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... grove ; Still , with the shepherd's innocence , her mind To the sweet vale , and flowery mead , inclin'd ; And , oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers , Breath'd his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she ...
... grove ; Still , with the shepherd's innocence , her mind To the sweet vale , and flowery mead , inclin'd ; And , oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers , Breath'd his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she ...
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... grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep despair , And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care . SECANDER . Unhappy land , whose blessings tempt the ...
... grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep despair , And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care . SECANDER . Unhappy land , whose blessings tempt the ...
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegorical ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beautiful blank verse blast blest boast breathe Brownie charm Circassia Collins CYMBELINE death delight dreary drest Druid dwell E'en epithalamium ev'ry eyes fair fairy Fancy Fear flowers fond genius Georgian maid golden hair Greece green grief grove hail hand happy haste haunt hear heard heart Hebrides hour imagery isle John Sharpe light luckless lyre lyric magic maid like Abra midst mind moral mountains mourn murmurs muse myrtles native nature Ne'er numbers Nymph o'er ORIENTAL ECLOGUES passions pastoral Pity Pity's plain poems poet poet's poetical poetry Polynices rage round rove royal Abbas scene Schiraz SECANDER sentiment shade shepherds sighs simplicity SIR THOMAS HANMER song Sophocles sounds strain sullen sung swain sweet tears tender thee Theocritus thou thought toil truth vale verse virtue voice of Peace watchet wild wizzard youth εν
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Página 68 - 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.
Página 67 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power, FIRST Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Página 80 - No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered 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 gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Página 66 - 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 69 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Página 42 - 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 69 - Pour*d through the mellow horn her pensive soul ; And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound : Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Página 35 - O THOU by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought, In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong : Who first, on mountains wild, In Fancy, loveliest child, Thy babe or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song ! Thou who with hermit heart Disdain'st the wealth of art...
Página 18 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace outshines the silver store, And life is dearer than the golden ore ; Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown...
Página 134 - 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.