The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of EachTurner & Hayden, 1844 - 308 páginas |
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... thee be Chastity , of all afraid , Distrusting all , a wise , suspicious maid ; But man the most - not more the mountain doe Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe . Cold is her breast , like flowers that drink the 10 SELIM ; OR ,
... thee be Chastity , of all afraid , Distrusting all , a wise , suspicious maid ; But man the most - not more the mountain doe Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe . Cold is her breast , like flowers that drink the 10 SELIM ; OR ,
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... mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , When first from Schiraz ' walls I ...
... mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ? Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , When first from Schiraz ' walls I ...
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... mountains , and the forests green . Her maids around her mov'd , a duteous band ! Each bore a crook all rural in her hand : Some simple lay , of flocks and herds they sung : With joy the mountain and the forest fung . ' Be every youth ...
... mountains , and the forests green . Her maids around her mov'd , a duteous band ! Each bore a crook all rural in her hand : Some simple lay , of flocks and herds they sung : With joy the mountain and the forest fung . ' Be every youth ...
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... Mountain in Circassia . Time - Midnight . IN fair Circassia , where , to love inclined , Each swain was blest , for every maid was kind ; At that still hour , when awful midnight reigns , And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains ...
... Mountain in Circassia . Time - Midnight . IN fair Circassia , where , to love inclined , Each swain was blest , for every maid was kind ; At that still hour , when awful midnight reigns , And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains ...
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... mountains catch the cooling gale , Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale : Fair scenes ! but , ah ! no more with peace possest , With ease alluring , and with plenty blest ! No more the shepherds ' whitening tents appear , Nor the ...
... mountains catch the cooling gale , Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale : Fair scenes ! but , ah ! no more with peace possest , With ease alluring , and with plenty blest ! No more the shepherds ' whitening tents appear , Nor the ...
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adorn Amyntas arms balmy bard beauty blast blest bloom blooming band bosom bower breast breathe Bring Daphnis brow charms cliffs clouds Codrus Corydon Damætas Damastas dark deep delight divine dread eclogue Eton College fair fame Fancy Fancy's fate fire flame flocks flowers forlorn gale gentle glory glow grace grove hail heart Heaven hope Julius Cæsar lofty lonely Lycidas lyre maid Menalcas mighty mind Mopsus mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er numbers nymphs o'er peace Pindaric plain poem pomp pride promised song racter rage rapture roam roll round sacred scene shade shepherd shine sing skies smile soft song soothe soul spring storm strain stream sublime sung swain sweet tear thee thine thou thought Thyrsis Tityrus toil truth Twas vale verse virtue Virtue's voice warbling wave WESTMINSTER ABBEY wild winds wings youth
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Página 110 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 107 - ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 82 - The Summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe, By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. . Wisdom, in sable garb array'd Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend : Warm Charity, the general friend ; With Justice, to herself severe ; And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
Página 78 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 78 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Página 108 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands...
Página 93 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Página 108 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 109 - Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Página 111 - twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.