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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... vale , and flowery mead , inclin'd ; And , oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers , Breath'd his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests ...
... vale , and flowery mead , inclin'd ; And , oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers , Breath'd his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests ...
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... vale where first his heart was fir'd : A russet mantle , like a swain , he wore ; And thought of crowns , and busy courts , no more . " Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd ; " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " Blest was the ...
... vale where first his heart was fir'd : A russet mantle , like a swain , he wore ; And thought of crowns , and busy courts , no more . " Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd ; " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " Blest was the ...
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... vale : Fair scene ! but , ah ! no more with peace possest , With ease alluring , and with plenty blest ! No more the shepherds whitening tents appear , Nor the kind products of a bounteous year ; No more the date , with snowy blossoms ...
... vale : Fair scene ! but , ah ! no more with peace possest , With ease alluring , and with plenty blest ! No more the shepherds whitening tents appear , Nor the kind products of a bounteous year ; No more the date , with snowy blossoms ...
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... ; when loud along the vale was heard A shriller shriek ; and nearer fires appear'd : The affrighted shepherds , through the dews of night , Wide o'er the moon - light hills renew'd their flight . ODE TO PITY . THOU , the friend of man 31.
... ; when loud along the vale was heard A shriller shriek ; and nearer fires appear'd : The affrighted shepherds , through the dews of night , Wide o'er the moon - light hills renew'd their flight . ODE TO PITY . THOU , the friend of man 31.
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... ask , To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER . As once , -if 41.
... ask , To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER . As once , -if 41.
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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...