The Poems of William Collins: With Notes Selected from the Editions of Langhorne, and Mrs. Barbauld, and Original : Together with Dr. Johnson's Life of the Author |
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... winds , and dreary was the view ! With desperate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my ...
... winds , and dreary was the view ! With desperate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my ...
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... wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blasts our harvests , and deforms our land . Yon citron grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep ...
... wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blasts our harvests , and deforms our land . Yon citron grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep ...
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... winds and inward labours torn , In thunders dread was push'd aside , And down the shouldering billows born . And see , like gems , † her laughing train , The little isles on every side , Mona , once hid from those who search the main ...
... winds and inward labours torn , In thunders dread was push'd aside , And down the shouldering billows born . And see , like gems , † her laughing train , The little isles on every side , Mona , once hid from those who search the main ...
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... winds His small but sullen horn , As oft he rises ' midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim born in heedless hum : Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breathe some soften'd strain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale ...
... winds His small but sullen horn , As oft he rises ' midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim born in heedless hum : Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breathe some soften'd strain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale ...
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... winds , or driving rain , Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut , That from the mountain's side , Views wilds , and swelling floods , And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires , And hears their simple bell , and marks o'er all ...
... winds , or driving rain , Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut , That from the mountain's side , Views wilds , and swelling floods , And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires , And hears their simple bell , and marks o'er all ...
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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 grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides hour inspir'd isle James Keene Johnson Kingsmead light luckless lyre Lyric poetry 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 wild WILLIAM RICHARDS CASTLE Winchester College winds wizzard youth like royal
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Page 54 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 62 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Page 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 Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 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...
Page 53 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 50 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Page 25 - Thou, by Nature taught To 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, nursed the powers of song ! Thou, who with hermit heart, Disdain'st the wealth of art...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 68 - They see the gliding ghosts unbodied troop. Or, if in sports, or on the festive green, Their destined glance some fated youth descry, Who now, perhaps, in lusty vigour seen, And rosy health, shall soon lamented die. For them the viewless forms of air obey; Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair: They know what spirit brews the stormful day, And, heartless, oft like moody madness, stare To see the phantom train their secret work prepare.