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... night , where I left Collins with my mother and sister , and he sets out to day for London . - Wool's Warton , p . 15 . * In the Poetical Calender , a Collection of Poems , by Fawkes and Woty , 1768 . a passive acquiescence in popular ...
... night , where I left Collins with my mother and sister , and he sets out to day for London . - Wool's Warton , p . 15 . * In the Poetical Calender , a Collection of Poems , by Fawkes and Woty , 1768 . a passive acquiescence in popular ...
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... night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them Death with shrieks directs their way , Fills the wild yell , and leads them to their prey . " Sad was the hour , and ...
... night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train : Before them Death with shrieks directs their way , Fills the wild yell , and leads them to their prey . " Sad was the hour , and ...
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... night , Wide o'er the moon light hills renewed their flight . The passions of men are uniform ; but , modified by cli- mate , government , manners , and local circumstances , they present an inexhaustible variety , from the Song of ...
... night , Wide o'er the moon light hills renewed their flight . The passions of men are uniform ; but , modified by cli- mate , government , manners , and local circumstances , they present an inexhaustible variety , from the Song of ...
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... has forborne to express . They both were the objects of pity , from that circumstance which a liberal mind would least wish to become so - pecuniary distresses . - B . There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , c 2 19.
... has forborne to express . They both were the objects of pity , from that circumstance which a liberal mind would least wish to become so - pecuniary distresses . - B . There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , c 2 19.
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William Collins William Crowe. There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , Virgin , thou again delight To hear a British shell ! ODE TO FEAR . THOU , to whom the world unknown With all its shadowy shapes is shewn ; Who seest appall'd ...
William Collins William Crowe. There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , Virgin , thou again delight To hear a British shell ! ODE TO FEAR . THOU , to whom the world unknown With all its shadowy shapes is shewn ; Who seest appall'd ...
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegorical imagery ANTISTROPHE Bard blest bower breathing Cephisus charm Circassia Collins consonants crown'd delight divine drest Duke of Cumberland dwell ECLOGUE EPODE Euripides eyes fair fairy Fancy fate Fear fix'd flowers genius Georgian maid Gil Blas grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides hour inspir'd isle James Keene Johnson Kingsmead light luckless lyre maid like Abra midst Milesian mind mountains mourn murmurs Muse myrtles native ne'er numbers nymph o'er passions Peace Pity plain poet poet's poetical poetry possest pour'd rage reign round royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shepherds shrieks shrine sighs song Sophocles soul sound springs strain sullen sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee Theseus thine thou thought thro toil trochaic Truth vale verse virtue Warton western isle wild Winchester College winds wizzard youth like royal
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Side 51 - A solemn, strange, and mingled air 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Side 44 - 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, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Side 25 - O chaste, unboastful Nymph, to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms and mingled murmurs dear; By her whose love-lorn woe In evening musings slow Soothed sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus...
Side 32 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
Side 62 - midst the chase on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Side vii - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Side 24 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Side 45 - ... The gradual dusky veil, While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Side 5 - 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...
Side 64 - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?