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... shores of Britain . TO LIBERTY . The opening of this spirited Ode rouses the mind susceptible of patriotic feelings , as with the sound of a trumpet . " Who shall awake the Spartan fife , “ And call in solemn sounds to life- The subject ...
... shores of Britain . TO LIBERTY . The opening of this spirited Ode rouses the mind susceptible of patriotic feelings , as with the sound of a trumpet . " Who shall awake the Spartan fife , “ And call in solemn sounds to life- The subject ...
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... for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the Fates ordain , The dear deserters shall return again , Come thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear 6 SELIM ; OR ,
... for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the Fates ordain , The dear deserters shall return again , Come thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear 6 SELIM ; OR ,
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... art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall : But com'st a decent maid , In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful nymph ! to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore , ODE TO SIMPLICITY. ...
... art , And gauds , and pageant weeds , and trailing pall : But com'st a decent maid , In Attic robe array'd , O chaste , unboastful nymph ! to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore , ODE TO SIMPLICITY. ...
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William Collins. 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 , Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus ...
William Collins. 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 , Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus ...
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... shore , and opened her passion to him , but was received with a coldness , occasioned by his horror and surprise at her appearance . This , however , was so misconstrued by the sea - lady , that in revenge for his treatment of her , she ...
... shore , and opened her passion to him , but was received with a coldness , occasioned by his horror and surprise at her appearance . This , however , was so misconstrued by the sea - lady , that in revenge for his treatment of her , she ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1797 |
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Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...