The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - 144 pagini |
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Pagina 15
... blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; " Tis virtue makes the bliss , where'er we dwell . " Thus Selim sung , by sacred Truth inspir'd ...
... blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; " Tis virtue makes the bliss , where'er we dwell . " Thus Selim sung , by sacred Truth inspir'd ...
Pagina 19
... Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign , And shepherds sought her on the silent plain ! With Truth she wedded in the secret grove ; Immortal Truth ; and daughters bless'd their love . -O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues , come ...
... Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign , And shepherds sought her on the silent plain ! With Truth she wedded in the secret grove ; Immortal Truth ; and daughters bless'd their love . -O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues , come ...
Pagina 20
... 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 ' walls I bent my way ...
... 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 ' walls I bent my way ...
Pagina 27
... Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love , and innocent his bed . What if in wealth the noble maid excel ? The simple shepherd girl can love as well . Let those who rule in Persia's jewell'd throne Be fam❜d for love ...
... Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love , and innocent his bed . What if in wealth the noble maid excel ? The simple shepherd girl can love as well . Let those who rule in Persia's jewell'd throne Be fam❜d for love ...
Pagina 28
... blest , for every maid was kind ; At that still hour when awful midnight reigns , And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains ; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high , And past in radiance through the cloudless sky ; Sad , o ...
... blest , for every maid was kind ; At that still hour when awful midnight reigns , And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains ; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high , And past in radiance through the cloudless sky ; Sad , o ...
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Pagina 68 - 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.
Pagina 67 - 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.
Pagina 80 - 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 withered 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 red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid : With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Pagina 66 - 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 69 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Pagina 42 - 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 69 - 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 a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Pagina 35 - O THOU by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought, In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong : Who first, on mountains wild, In Fancy, loveliest child, Thy babe or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song ! Thou who with hermit heart Disdain'st the wealth of art...
Pagina 18 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace outshines the silver store, And life is dearer than the golden ore ; Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown...
Pagina 134 - 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.