The Poetical Works of W. CollinsLeavitt, Trow & Company, 1848 - 144 pages |
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... poetry . His lines commonly are of slow motion , clogged and impeded with clusters of consonants . As men are often esteemed who cannot be loved , so the poetry of Collins may sometimes extort · praise when it gives little pleasure . Mr ...
... poetry . His lines commonly are of slow motion , clogged and impeded with clusters of consonants . As men are often esteemed who cannot be loved , so the poetry of Collins may sometimes extort · praise when it gives little pleasure . Mr ...
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... d pure faith to strong poetic powers , Who , in reviving Reason's lucid hours , Sought on one Book his troubled mind to rest , And rightly deem'd the Book of God the best . B ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . ECLOGUE I. SELIM ; OR , THE 13.
... d pure faith to strong poetic powers , Who , in reviving Reason's lucid hours , Sought on one Book his troubled mind to rest , And rightly deem'd the Book of God the best . B ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . ECLOGUE I. SELIM ; OR , THE 13.
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... poets ' lays , And hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains . Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; ' Tis virtue makes ...
... poets ' lays , And hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest whom Fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts ; nor all that haunt the plains . Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; ' Tis virtue makes ...
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... poet's flame , But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's steel . But who is he whom later garlands grace ; Who left a while o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , # Where thou and furies shar'd ...
... poet's flame , But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's steel . But who is he whom later garlands grace ; Who left a while o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , # Where thou and furies shar'd ...
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... , and mingled murmurs dear ; By her * whose love - lorn woe , * The andwv , or nightingale , for which Sophocles seems to have entertained a peculiar fondness . In evening musings slow , Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's poet's To Simplicity,
... , and mingled murmurs dear ; By her * whose love - lorn woe , * The andwv , or nightingale , for which Sophocles seems to have entertained a peculiar fondness . In evening musings slow , Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's poet's To Simplicity,
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegorical imagery ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beautiful blank verse blast blest boast breathe Brownie charm Circassia Collins delight dreary drest E'en epithalamium ev'ry eyes fair fairy Fancy Fear flowers fond genius Georgian maid golden hair Greece green grief grove hail hand happy haste haunt hear heard heart Hebrides hour isle Jocasta JOHN HOME light lubber fiend luckless lyre lyric magic maid like Abra midst mind moral mountains mourn murmurs muse myrtles native nature Ne'er numbers Nymph o'er ORIENTAL ECLOGUES passions pastoral Pity Pity's plain poems poet poet's poetical Polynices rage round rove royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz shade shepherds sighs simplicity song Sophocles sounds strain sullen sung swain sweet tears tender thee Theocritus thou thought toil truth vale verse virtue voice of Peace WATCHET western isle wild YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth like royal εν
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Page 68 - 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 26 - ... walls I bent my way." At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor, From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure! They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
Page 77 - 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...
Page 53 - 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 52 - Nigh spher'd in heaven, its native strains could hear; On which that ancient trump he reach'd was hung : Thither oft, his glory greeting, From Waller's myrtle shades retreating, With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue, My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue ; In vain — Such bliss to one alone, Of all the sons of soul, was known ; And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers, Have now o'erturn'd th' inspiring bowers; Or curtain'd close such scene from ev'ry future view.
Page 67 - 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 born in heedless Hum: Now teach me, Maid compos'd, To breathe some soften'd Strain, Whose Numbers stealing thro' thy dark'ning Vale, May not unseemly with its Stillness suit, As musing slow, I hail Thy genial lov'd Return!
Page 91 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Page 109 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 142 - 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 69 - ... fingers draw 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...