The poetical works of William Collins, with the comm. of Langhorne. To which is prefixed some account of the life of Collins by dr. Johnson1804 |
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... Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandering waves he sat , and sùng This useful lesson for the fair and young . " Ye Persian dames , " he said , " to you belong- Well may they please - the morals of my ...
... Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandering waves he sat , and sùng This useful lesson for the fair and young . " Ye Persian dames , " he said , " to you belong- Well may they please - the morals of my ...
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... breathing maze 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 flocks upon the plain : At morn she came those willing ...
... breathing maze 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 flocks upon the plain : At morn she came those willing ...
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... 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 powers of song ! Thou , who , with hermit heart , Disdain'st ...
... 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 powers of song ! Thou , who , with hermit heart , Disdain'st ...
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... breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their order'd hues . While Rome could none esteem But virtue's patriot theme , The andwv , or nightingale , for which Sophocles seems to have entertained a peculiar ...
... breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their order'd hues . While Rome could none esteem But virtue's patriot theme , The andwv , or nightingale , for which Sophocles seems to have entertained a peculiar ...
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... breathing bosom's balm Rage drops his steel , and storms grow calm ; Her let our sires and matrons hoar Welcome to Britain's ravag'd shore ; Our youths , enamour'd of the fair , Play with the tangles of her hair , Till , in one loud ...
... breathing bosom's balm Rage drops his steel , and storms grow calm ; Her let our sires and matrons hoar Welcome to Britain's ravag'd shore ; Our youths , enamour'd of the fair , Play with the tangles of her hair , Till , in one loud ...
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Side 72 - 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.
Side 71 - 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.
Side 46 - 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.
Side 70 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Side 85 - No wither'd 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 redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 138 - 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.
Side 45 - While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, Nigh spher'd in heaven, its native strains could hear...
Side 8 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Side 142 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ! Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Side 22 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...