The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and WritingsT. Becket and P. A. Dehondt, 1765 - 166 sider |
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... shade , What time ' tis fweet o'er fields of rice to stray , Or fcent the breathing maize at setting day ; Amidft the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove , Emyra fung the pleafing cares of love . Of Abra firft began the tender ftrain , Who ...
... shade , What time ' tis fweet o'er fields of rice to stray , Or fcent the breathing maize at setting day ; Amidft the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove , Emyra fung the pleafing cares of love . Of Abra firft began the tender ftrain , Who ...
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... shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers fhe made : * Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils fhe chofe , The violet blue that on the mofs - bank grows ; All - fweet to fenfe , the flaunting rofe was there : The finish'd chaplet well ...
... shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers fhe made : * Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils fhe chofe , The violet blue that on the mofs - bank grows ; All - fweet to fenfe , the flaunting rofe was there : The finish'd chaplet well ...
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... shade . O'er him , whofe doom thy virtues grieve , Aerial forms fhall fit at eve , And bend the penfive head ! And , fallen to fave his injur'd land ,. Imperial Honour's awful hand Shall point his lonely bed ! The warlike dead of every ...
... shade . O'er him , whofe doom thy virtues grieve , Aerial forms fhall fit at eve , And bend the penfive head ! And , fallen to fave his injur'd land ,. Imperial Honour's awful hand Shall point his lonely bed ! The warlike dead of every ...
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... shade : Then deeply skill'd in love's engaging theme , [ foes . The foft Provencial pass'd to Arno's stream : With graceful ease the wanton lyre he ftrung , Sweet flow'd the lays - but love was all he fung : The gay defcription could ...
... shade : Then deeply skill'd in love's engaging theme , [ foes . The foft Provencial pass'd to Arno's stream : With graceful ease the wanton lyre he ftrung , Sweet flow'd the lays - but love was all he fung : The gay defcription could ...
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Side 55 - 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 151 - Vengeance, in the lurid air, Lifts her red arm, expos'd and bare : On whom that ravening brood of Fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait : Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee ? EPODE.
Side 170 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves 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 84 - O nymph endear'd ! Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native simple heart Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm, energic, chaste, sublime!
Side 96 - 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 red-breast 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 121 - 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...
Side 46 - Though gentle Pity claim her mingled part, Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine.
Side 178 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Side 73 - ... 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 81 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat...