The Poetical Works of William CollinsW. Pickering, 1827 - 208 strán (strany) |
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... hours of melancholy and solitude were sure to return ; these were marked on the dial of his life , and when they struck , the gay and lively Collins , like one of his own enchanted beings , as surely relapsed into his natural shape ...
... hours of melancholy and solitude were sure to return ; these were marked on the dial of his life , and when they struck , the gay and lively Collins , like one of his own enchanted beings , as surely relapsed into his natural shape ...
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... hours , Sought on one book his troubled mind to resť , And rightly deem'd the book of God the best . I shall now present to the reader three very in- teresting letters concerning Collins . Letter in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1781 ...
... hours , Sought on one book his troubled mind to resť , And rightly deem'd the book of God the best . I shall now present to the reader three very in- teresting letters concerning Collins . Letter in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1781 ...
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... hours , gives me a severe shock . Since it is in consequence of your own request , sir , that I write this long farrago , I expect you will over- look all inaccuracies . I am , sir , " Your very humble servant , " JOHN RAGSDALE . " Mr ...
... hours , gives me a severe shock . Since it is in consequence of your own request , sir , that I write this long farrago , I expect you will over- look all inaccuracies . I am , sir , " Your very humble servant , " JOHN RAGSDALE . " Mr ...
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... hour's seclusion in it , came forth with all the solemn dignity of woe . On supping with an inhabitant of the town in the evening , and describing to him the spot sacred to his sorrows , he was told , that he had by no means been ...
... hour's seclusion in it , came forth with all the solemn dignity of woe . On supping with an inhabitant of the town in the evening , and describing to him the spot sacred to his sorrows , he was told , that he had by no means been ...
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... hour , and luckless was the day , When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind , 15 The thirst , or pinching hunger , that I find ! Bethink thee , Hassan , where shall thirst assuage ...
... hour , and luckless was the day , When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind , 15 The thirst , or pinching hunger , that I find ! Bethink thee , Hassan , where shall thirst assuage ...
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Abbas admired Alibez allegorical ANTISTROPHE appear bard beautiful Ben Jonson blest breathe charm Chichester Circassia Collins's Comus copy CYMBELINE death Dodsley drest Druid dwell Eclogues Edinburgh edition Ev'n expression eyes fair fairy Fancy Fear flowers genius Gentleman's Magazine grief grove hair hand happy haunt heart honour hope hour imagery isle John Home Johnson Joseph Warton Langhorne London lov'd maid midst Milton mind Mitford quotes mountains Muse nature notes numbers nymph o'er Oriental Eclogues Originally Oxford passage passions pastoral Pity plain poem poet poet's poetical poetry printed published Queen's college reader Royal Society says scene sentiment shade Shakspeare shepherds SIR THOMAS HANMER song Sophocles sound spring stanza strain Superstitions swain sweet tears tender thee Theocritus Thomas Warton thou thought vale VARIATIONS verse Warton watchet wild William Collins Winchester college written youth
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Strana 86 - With woful measures wan Despair Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled; A solemn, strange, and mingled air; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
Strana 64 - 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.
Strana 87 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Strana 179 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering 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 Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Strana 77 - 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.
Strana 86 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure 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 smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Strana 77 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, 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...
Strana 100 - 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.
Strana 87 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; 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.
Strana 113 - Or thither, where beneath the showery west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid; Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest. No slaves revere them and no wars invade: Yet frequent now, at...