The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of EachTurner & Hayden, 1844 - 308 pages |
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... tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the ...
... tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd fountains mitigate the day , In vain ye hope the ...
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... tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain , Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain ! Yet as thou go'st may every blast arise Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no ...
... tears , as thus she said : " Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain , Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain ! Yet as thou go'st may every blast arise Weak and unfelt , as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no ...
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... tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend . ' Agib . " Ye Georgian swains , that piteous learn from far Circassia's ruin , and the waste of war : Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs ...
... tears their fruitless grief must send ; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend . ' Agib . " Ye Georgian swains , that piteous learn from far Circassia's ruin , and the waste of war : Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs ...
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... her prompted wound O Goddess ! in that feeling hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No , Freedom ! no , I will not tell 28 TO LIBERTY .
... her prompted wound O Goddess ! in that feeling hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No , Freedom ! no , I will not tell 28 TO LIBERTY .
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... tear , Unseemly , from his sea green hair The wreaths of cheerful May : The thoughts which musing Pity pays , And fond Remembrance loves to raise , Your faithful hours attend : Still Fancy , to herself unkind , Awakes to grief the ...
... tear , Unseemly , from his sea green hair The wreaths of cheerful May : The thoughts which musing Pity pays , And fond Remembrance loves to raise , Your faithful hours attend : Still Fancy , to herself unkind , Awakes to grief the ...
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Page 110 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 107 - ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 82 - The Summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe, By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. . Wisdom, in sable garb array'd Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend : Warm Charity, the general friend ; With Justice, to herself severe ; And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
Page 78 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 78 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Page 108 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands...
Page 93 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Page 108 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 109 - Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 111 - twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.