The poetical works of William Collins, with the comm. of Langhorne. To which is prefixed some account of the life of Collins by dr. Johnson1804 |
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... fond memorial to his talents raise . For this the ashes of a bard require , Who touch'd the tend'rest notes of Pity's lyre ; Who join'd pure faith to strong poetic powers , Who , in reviving Reason's lucid hours , Sought on one book his ...
... fond memorial to his talents raise . For this the ashes of a bard require , Who touch'd the tend'rest notes of Pity's lyre ; Who join'd pure faith to strong poetic powers , Who , in reviving Reason's lucid hours , Sought on one book his ...
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... fond man so easily betray'd ? Why heed we not , while mad we haste along , The gentle voice of peace , or pleasure's song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we ...
... fond man so easily betray'd ? Why heed we not , while mad we haste along , The gentle voice of peace , or pleasure's song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we ...
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... fond Remembrance loves to raise , Your faithful hours attend : Still Fancy to herself unkind , Awakes to grief the soften'd mind , And points the bleeding friend . By rapid Scheld's descending wave His country's vows shall bless 57 to a ...
... fond Remembrance loves to raise , Your faithful hours attend : Still Fancy to herself unkind , Awakes to grief the soften'd mind , And points the bleeding friend . By rapid Scheld's descending wave His country's vows shall bless 57 to a ...
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... fond delay , Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung ...
... fond delay , Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung ...
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... fond mother , ' midst the plaintive train , Hung on his knees , and prostrate on the plain ! Touch'd to the soul , in vain he strives to hide The son's affection , in the Roman's pride : O'er all the man conflicting passions rise ; Rage ...
... fond mother , ' midst the plaintive train , Hung on his knees , and prostrate on the plain ! Touch'd to the soul , in vain he strives to hide The son's affection , in the Roman's pride : O'er all the man conflicting passions rise ; Rage ...
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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 luckless lyre lyric magic maid like Abra midst mind moral mountains mourn mov'd 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 royal Abbas rural scene Schiraz sentiment shade shepherds sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song Sophocles sounds springs 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 72 - 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 71 - 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 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 70 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Página 85 - No wither'd 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 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 138 - 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 45 - While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, Nigh spher'd in heaven, its native strains could hear...
Página 8 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Página 142 - 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 22 - 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...