The Poetical Works of William CollinsW. Pickering, 1827 - 208 pages |
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... flowers , the promise of the spring , or some spikes of corn , indic- ative of approaching harvest - but the Hope of Col- lins had scattered its seed , and they remained buried in the earth . " - D'Israeli's Calamities of Authors , vol ...
... flowers , the promise of the spring , or some spikes of corn , indic- ative of approaching harvest - but the Hope of Col- lins had scattered its seed , and they remained buried in the earth . " - D'Israeli's Calamities of Authors , vol ...
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... , 15 Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandering waves he sat , and sung This useful lesson for the fair and young . 20 " Ye Persian dames , " he said , ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . Selim; or, The Shepherd's Moral.
... , 15 Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away ; By Tigris ' wandering waves he sat , and sung This useful lesson for the fair and young . 20 " Ye Persian dames , " he said , ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . Selim; or, The Shepherd's Moral.
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... flowers her fragrant hands bestow ; 25 And yours the love that kings delight to know . Yet think not these , all beauteous as they are , The best kind blessings heaven can grant the fair ! Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray Boast ...
... flowers her fragrant hands bestow ; 25 And yours the love that kings delight to know . Yet think not these , all beauteous as they are , The best kind blessings heaven can grant the fair ! Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray Boast ...
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... flowers that drink the dew ; ' A silken veil conceals her from the view . No wild desires amidst thy train be known ; But Faith , whose heart is fix'd on one alone : Desponding Meekness , with her downcast eyes , 65 And friendly Pity ...
... flowers that drink the dew ; ' A silken veil conceals her from the view . No wild desires amidst thy train be known ; But Faith , whose heart is fix'd on one alone : Desponding Meekness , with her downcast eyes , 65 And friendly Pity ...
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... flowers she made : Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there ; ' The finish'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair . 10 15 20 b That ...
... flowers she made : Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; All sweet to sense , the flaunting rose was there ; ' The finish'd chaplet well adorn'd her hair . 10 15 20 b That ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...