The Poetical Works of William CollinsCharles Whittingham, 1804 - 144 pagini |
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Pagina 20
... tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the ...
... tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the ...
Pagina 22
... tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain ; " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the ...
... tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain ; " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the ...
Pagina 23
... ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He said , and call'd on heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA , OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA 23.
... ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He said , and call'd on heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA , OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA 23.
Pagina 31
... tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian swains , that piteous learn from far Circassia's ruin , and the waste of war ; Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs ...
... tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian swains , that piteous learn from far Circassia's ruin , and the waste of war ; Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs ...
Pagina 50
... tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Push'd by a wild and artless race From off its wide ambitious base , When Time his northern sons of spoil ...
... tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Push'd by a wild and artless race From off its wide ambitious base , When Time his northern sons of spoil ...
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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.