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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Σελίδα 11
... charms ; " Meet but your lover in my bands , " You'll find your sister in his arms . " A monument of the most exquisite work- manship has been erected by public subscrip- tion to Collins . He is finely represented as just recovered from ...
... charms ; " Meet but your lover in my bands , " You'll find your sister in his arms . " A monument of the most exquisite work- manship has been erected by public subscrip- tion to Collins . He is finely represented as just recovered from ...
Σελίδα 17
... charms they boast , By sense unaided , or to virtue lost . Self - flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vain That love shall blind , when once he fires , the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As spots on ermine beautify ...
... charms they boast , By sense unaided , or to virtue lost . Self - flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vain That love shall blind , when once he fires , the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As spots on ermine beautify ...
Σελίδα 32
... charm his frantic woe : When first Distress , with dagger keen , Broke forth to waste his destin'd scene , His wild unsated foe ! By Pella's ' bard , a magic name , By all the griefs his thought could frame , Receive my humble rite ...
... charm his frantic woe : When first Distress , with dagger keen , Broke forth to waste his destin'd scene , His wild unsated foe ! By Pella's ' bard , a magic name , By all the griefs his thought could frame , Receive my humble rite ...
Σελίδα 40
... charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest 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 ...
... charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest 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 ...
Σελίδα 41
... charm , our eye ; Thou , only thou canst raise the meeting soul ! Of these let others 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 ...
... charm , our eye ; Thou , only thou canst raise the meeting soul ! Of these let others 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 ...
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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...