The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 páginas |
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... haunts I seek , On wild Helvetia's mountains bleak : ( Where , when the favour'd of thy choice , The daring archer heard thy voice ; Forth from his eyrie rous'd in dread , The ravening eagle northward fled . ) Or dwell in willow'd meads ...
... haunts I seek , On wild Helvetia's mountains bleak : ( Where , when the favour'd of thy choice , The daring archer heard thy voice ; Forth from his eyrie rous'd in dread , The ravening eagle northward fled . ) Or dwell in willow'd meads ...
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... 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 gather'd flowers , To deck the ground where thou art laid . When howling winds , and ...
... 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 gather'd flowers , To deck the ground where thou art laid . When howling winds , and ...
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... haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest , And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest ! V. And oft as Ease and Health retire To breezy lawn , or forest deep , The friend shall view yon whitening * spire ...
... haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest , And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest ! V. And oft as Ease and Health retire To breezy lawn , or forest deep , The friend shall view yon whitening * spire ...
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... his sway , " Silent he broods o'er quicksand , bog or fen , " Far from the shelt'ring roof and haunts of men , " When witched darkness shuts the eye of day , " And shrouds each star that wont to cheer the 114 ODE ON THE SUPERSTITIONS.
... his sway , " Silent he broods o'er quicksand , bog or fen , " Far from the shelt'ring roof and haunts of men , " When witched darkness shuts the eye of day , " And shrouds each star that wont to cheer the 114 ODE ON THE SUPERSTITIONS.
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Vista completa - 1797 |
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Página 99 - 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. No...
Página 82 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Página 79 - 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 9 - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Página 46 - 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 66 - 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 67 - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit...
Página 81 - 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 83 - 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 an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Página 86 - 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...