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 páginas |
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... fancy , when , in the year 1743 , after having taken the degree of a batchelor of arts , he left the univerfity , and removed to London , To a man of fmall fortune , a li- beral spirit , and uncertain dependencies , the metropolis is a ...
... fancy , when , in the year 1743 , after having taken the degree of a batchelor of arts , he left the univerfity , and removed to London , To a man of fmall fortune , a li- beral spirit , and uncertain dependencies , the metropolis is a ...
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... fancy's aid , Ev'n now my thoughts , relenting maid , Thy temple's pride defign : Its fouthern fite , its truth compleat Shall raise a wild enthufiaft heat , In all who view the shrine . There Picture's toil fhall well relate , How ...
... fancy's aid , Ev'n now my thoughts , relenting maid , Thy temple's pride defign : Its fouthern fite , its truth compleat Shall raise a wild enthufiaft heat , In all who view the shrine . There Picture's toil fhall well relate , How ...
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... fancy's aid , Ev'n now my thoughts , relenting maid , Thy temple's pride defign : Its fouthern fite , its truth compleat Shall raife a wild enthusiast heat , In all who view the shrine . There Picture's toil fhall well relate , How ...
... fancy's aid , Ev'n now my thoughts , relenting maid , Thy temple's pride defign : Its fouthern fite , its truth compleat Shall raife a wild enthusiast heat , In all who view the shrine . There Picture's toil fhall well relate , How ...
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... Fancy lifts the veil between : Ah Fear ! ah frantic Fear ! I fee , I fee thee near . I know thy hurried ftep , thy haggard eye ! Like thee I start , like thee diforder'd fly , For , lo what monfters in thy train appear ! Danger , whofe ...
... Fancy lifts the veil between : Ah Fear ! ah frantic Fear ! I fee , I fee thee near . I know thy hurried ftep , thy haggard eye ! Like thee I start , like thee diforder'd fly , For , lo what monfters in thy train appear ! Danger , whofe ...
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... Fancy , lovelieft child , Thy babe , and Pleasure's , nurs'd the powers of fong ! Thou , who with hermit heart Difdain'ft the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall : But com'ft a decent maid , In Attic robe ...
... Fancy , lovelieft child , Thy babe , and Pleasure's , nurs'd the powers of fong ! Thou , who with hermit heart Difdain'ft the wealth of art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall : But com'ft a decent maid , In Attic robe ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.