The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 pagini |
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Pagina 7
... mountain doe Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe . Cold is her breast , like flowers that drink the dew ; A silken veil conceals her from the view . No wild desires amidst thy train be known , But Faith , whose heart is fix'd on ...
... mountain doe Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe . Cold is her breast , like flowers that drink the dew ; A silken veil conceals her from the view . No wild desires amidst thy train be known , But Faith , whose heart is fix'd on ...
Pagina 12
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 18
... 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 rung . " 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 rung . " Be every youth ...
Pagina 21
... MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA . TIME , MIDNIGHT . IN fair Circassia , where , to love inclin'd , 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 inclin'd , 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 ...
Pagina 22
... mountain's weary side ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still as I haste , the Tartar shouts behind , . And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart ...
... mountain's weary side ! AGIB . Weak as thou art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight , or some severer woe ! Still as I haste , the Tartar shouts behind , . And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind : In rage of heart ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Vizualizare completă - 1797 |
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegory ANTISTROPHE bade that Crook bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest drooping Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fated Fear fix'd flowers gentle Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle join'd Julius Cæsar lyre magic maid like Abra melt midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native Nature numbers nymph o'er OLD BAILEY pale passions Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's POETICAL Poetry possest pour'd Published by Cadell rage round scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shore shriek sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild winds world unknown
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...