The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 pages |
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... o'er all " Their dewy fingers draw " Their gradual dusky veil . " His propensity to the pensive pleasures sweet , which pervades all his Poems , appears with much grace in this address to Evening , where it peculi arly suits the sober ...
... o'er all " Their dewy fingers draw " Their gradual dusky veil . " His propensity to the pensive pleasures sweet , which pervades all his Poems , appears with much grace in this address to Evening , where it peculi arly suits the sober ...
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... o'er the wat'ry strath or quaggy moss " They see the gliding ghosts unbodied troop . They know what spirit brews the stormful day , " And heartless oft , like moody madness stare , " To see the phantom train their secret work " prepare ...
... o'er the wat'ry strath or quaggy moss " They see the gliding ghosts unbodied troop . They know what spirit brews the stormful day , " And heartless oft , like moody madness stare , " To see the phantom train their secret work " prepare ...
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... o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his camels past : One cruise of water on his back he bore , And his light scrip contain❜d a scanty store ; A fan of painted feathers in his hand , To guard his shaded face from scorching ...
... o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his camels past : One cruise of water on his back he bore , And his light scrip contain❜d a scanty store ; A fan of painted feathers in his hand , To guard his shaded face from scorching ...
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... o'er the desert brown , To every distant mart and wealthy town . Full oft we tempt the land , and oft the sea ; And are we only yet repaid by thee ? Ah ! why was ruin so attractive made , Or why fond man so easily betray'd ? Why heed we ...
... o'er the desert brown , To every distant mart and wealthy town . Full oft we tempt the land , and oft the sea ; And are we only yet repaid by thee ? Ah ! why was ruin so attractive made , Or why fond man so easily betray'd ? Why heed we ...
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... o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , " No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me ! " Oh let me safely to the fair return , Say , with a kiss , she must not , shall not mourn ; Oh ! let me teach my heart to lose its ...
... o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , " No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me ! " Oh let me safely to the fair return , Say , with a kiss , she must not , shall not mourn ; Oh ! let me teach my heart to lose its ...
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Page 99 - 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. No...
Page 82 - He threw his blood-stain'd 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...
Page 79 - 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 9 - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Page 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.
Page 66 - 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...
Page 67 - 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: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit...
Page 81 - 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...
Page 83 - 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.
Page 86 - 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. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...