The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - 144 pagini |
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Pagina 43
... fairy legends say , Was wove on that creating day When He , who call'd with thought to birth Yon tented sky , this laughing earth , And drest with springs and forests tall , And pour'd the main engirting all , Long by the lov'd ...
... fairy legends say , Was wove on that creating day When He , who call'd with thought to birth Yon tented sky , this laughing earth , And drest with springs and forests tall , And pour'd the main engirting all , Long by the lov'd ...
Pagina 46
... fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall a while repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY ...
... fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall a while repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY ...
Pagina 66
... fairy field , Some pow'r impart the spear and shield At which the wizzard Passions fly ; By which the giant Follies die ! Farewell the porch whose roof is seen Arch'd with th ' enlivening olive's green : Where Science , prank'd in tissu ...
... fairy field , Some pow'r impart the spear and shield At which the wizzard Passions fly ; By which the giant Follies die ! Farewell the porch whose roof is seen Arch'd with th ' enlivening olive's green : Where Science , prank'd in tissu ...
Pagina 87
... , whose sullen tide No sedge - crown'd Sisters now attend , Now waft me from the green hill's side Whose cold turf hides the buried friend ! 2 Richmond Church , in which Thomson was buried . And see , the fairy valleys fade ; Dun Night 87.
... , whose sullen tide No sedge - crown'd Sisters now attend , Now waft me from the green hill's side Whose cold turf hides the buried friend ! 2 Richmond Church , in which Thomson was buried . And see , the fairy valleys fade ; Dun Night 87.
Pagina 88
William Collins. And see , the fairy valleys fade ; Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view ! Yet once again , dear parted shade , Meek Nature's Child , again adieu ! The genial3 meads , assign'd to bless Thy life , shall mourn thy early ...
William Collins. And see , the fairy valleys fade ; Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view ! Yet once again , dear parted shade , Meek Nature's Child , again adieu ! The genial3 meads , assign'd to bless Thy life , shall mourn thy early ...
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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.