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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... , my fears ! —all frantic as I go , When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe , What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And And fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields [ 25 ]
... , my fears ! —all frantic as I go , When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe , What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the duft I view his printed feet : And And fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields [ 25 ]
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... feet deny , No longer friendly to my life , to fly . Friend of my heart , O turn thee and survey , Trace our fad flight thro ' all its length of way ! And first review that long - extended plain , And yon wide groves , already paft with ...
... feet deny , No longer friendly to my life , to fly . Friend of my heart , O turn thee and survey , Trace our fad flight thro ' all its length of way ! And first review that long - extended plain , And yon wide groves , already paft with ...
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... feet . O fifter meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , Thy fober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that fweeteft breathe , Tho ' beauty cull'd the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their order'd hues . While Rome could none ...
... feet . O fifter meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , Thy fober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that fweeteft breathe , Tho ' beauty cull'd the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their order'd hues . While Rome could none ...
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... feet to blefs the fervile scene . Tho ' tafte , tho ' genius bless To fome divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou infpire the whole ; What each , what all fupply , May court , may charm our eye , Thou , only thou can'ft raise ...
... feet to blefs the fervile scene . Tho ' tafte , tho ' genius bless To fome divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou infpire the whole ; What each , what all fupply , May court , may charm our eye , Thou , only thou can'ft raise ...
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... feet his guiding steps pursue ; In vain - Such blifs to one alone , Of all the fons of foul was known , And Heaven , and Fancy , kindred powers , Have now o'erturn'd th ' infpiring bowers , Or curtain'd clofe fuch scene from every ...
... feet his guiding steps pursue ; In vain - Such blifs to one alone , Of all the fons of foul was known , And Heaven , and Fancy , kindred powers , Have now o'erturn'd th ' infpiring bowers , Or curtain'd clofe fuch scene from every ...
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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...