The poems, of William Collins, with notes selected and orig. by W. Crowe1828 |
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... grove , Immortal Truth , and daughters bless'd their love . O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues come away , Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more ...
... grove , Immortal Truth , and daughters bless'd their love . O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues come away , Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more ...
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... grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain : At morn she came those willing flocks to lead , Where lilies rear them in the watery mead ; From ...
... grove , Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love . Of Abra first began the tender strain , Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain : At morn she came those willing flocks to lead , Where lilies rear them in the watery mead ; From ...
Sida 9
... fountain , or the shady grove ; * That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia ; see the modern history of Mr. Salmon . Still with the shepherd's innocence her mind To the sweet 9.
... fountain , or the shady grove ; * That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia ; see the modern history of Mr. Salmon . Still with the shepherd's innocence her mind To the sweet 9.
Sida 12
... grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep despair , And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care . SECANDER . Unhappy land , whose blessings tempt the ...
... grove , whence first in fear we came , Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : Far fly the swains , like us , in deep despair , And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care . SECANDER . Unhappy land , whose blessings tempt the ...
Sida 13
... grove ; On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale , Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale : Fair scenes ! but , ah ! no more with peace possest , With ease alluring , and with plenty blest . No more the shepherd's whitening ...
... grove ; On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale , Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale : Fair scenes ! but , ah ! no more with peace possest , With ease alluring , and with plenty blest . No more the shepherd's whitening ...
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegorical imagery ANTISTROPHE Bard blest bower breathing Cephisus charm Circassia Collins consonants crown'd delight divine drest Duke of Cumberland dwell ECLOGUE EPODE Euripides eyes fair fairy Fancy fate Fear fix'd flowers genius Georgian maid Gil Blas grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides hour inspir'd isle James Keene Johnson Kingsmead light luckless lyre maid like Abra midst Milesian mind mountains mourn murmurs Muse myrtles native ne'er numbers nymph o'er passions Peace Pity plain poet poet's poetical poetry possest pour'd rage reign round royal Abbas mov'd scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shepherds shrieks shrine sighs song Sophocles soul sound springs strain sullen sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee Theseus thine thou thought thro toil trochaic Truth vale verse virtue Warton western isle wild Winchester College winds wizzard youth like royal
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Sida 51 - A solemn, strange, and mingled air 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Sida 44 - 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, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Sida 25 - O chaste, unboastful Nymph, to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms and mingled murmurs dear; By her whose love-lorn woe In evening musings slow Soothed sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus...
Sida 32 - 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
Sida 62 - midst the chase on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Sida vii - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Sida 24 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Sida 45 - ... 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.
Sida 5 - 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...
Sida 64 - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?