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 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 55
... Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By Fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unfeen their dirge is fung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey , To blefs the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall a - while repair , To dwell ...
... Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By Fairy hands their knell is rung , By forms unfeen their dirge is fung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim grey , To blefs the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall a - while repair , To dwell ...
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Abra allegorical almoſt ANTISTROPHE beautiful blefs bleft breathe characteriſtic charm circumſtances COLLINS CYMBELINE deferts delight deſcription diftinguiſhed dreft Druid ECLOGUE ECLOGUE enthuſiaſm expreffion expreffive eyes faid fair fame Fancy fcene Fear feems fentiment fhade fhall fhepherds fhore fhrine fide fighs fimple fimplicity firſt flowers folemn fome fong fons foothing fpecies fpirit fpread fprings ftill ftrain fubjects fuch fullen fung fwains fweet fword genius Georgian grief grove hair heart himſelf imagery laft laſt leaft lov'd maid meaſure midft mind moſt mufic mufing Muſe nature numbers nymph o'er Obfervations ODE ODE Oriental Eclogues paffions paftoral Pity plain pleaſure poems poet poet's poetical poetry Polynices reaſon royal Abbas ſcene Schiraz ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould SIR THOMAS HANMER ſpecies ſtate ſweet tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thro vale verfe verſes voice of peace watchet whofe whoſe wild wizzard youth
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 46 - Though gentle Pity claim her mingled part, Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...