The poems, of William Collins, with notes selected and orig. by W. Crowe1828 |
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... bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . The scenery and subjects of the following eclogues alone are Oriental ; the style and colouring are purely European . - L . B When sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride ,
... bliss to find , What groves nor streams bestow , a virtuous mind . The scenery and subjects of the following eclogues alone are Oriental ; the style and colouring are purely European . - L . B When sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride ,
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William Collins William Crowe. When sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride , The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride , When wanton gales along the valleys play , Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ...
William Collins William Crowe. When sweet and blushing , like a virgin bride , The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride , When wanton gales along the valleys play , Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ...
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... Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the fates ordain , The dear deserters shall return again . Come thou , whose ...
... Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the fates ordain , The dear deserters shall return again . Come thou , whose ...
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... sweet o'er fields of rice to stray , Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ; Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led her youth with ...
... sweet o'er fields of rice to stray , Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ; Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led her youth with ...
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William Collins William Crowe. * Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All - sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there : The finish'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair . Great ...
William Collins William Crowe. * Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All - sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there : The finish'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair . Great ...
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The Poems, of William Collins, with Notes Selected and Orig. by W. Crowe William Collins Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2012 |
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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?