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... least wish to become so , pecuniary distress . The idea of building a temple to Pity , on the walls of which should be painted a variety of b tragic subjects , might , if the Poet had pleased OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . xix.
... least wish to become so , pecuniary distress . The idea of building a temple to Pity , on the walls of which should be painted a variety of b tragic subjects , might , if the Poet had pleased OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . xix.
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... walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind , The thirst or pinching hunger that I find ! Bethink thee , Hassan , where shall thirst assuage , When fails this cruise , his unrelenting rage ? Soon shall this scrip ...
... walls I bent my way ! " Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind , The thirst or pinching hunger that I find ! Bethink thee , Hassan , where shall thirst assuage , When fails this cruise , his unrelenting rage ? Soon shall this scrip ...
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... walls I bent my way ! " Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace outshines the silver store , And life is dearer than the golden ore : Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown ...
... walls I bent my way ! " Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace outshines the silver store , And life is dearer than the golden ore : Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown ...
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... walls I bent my way ! " Oh cease , my fears ! —all frantic as I go , When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe ; What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet ; And , fearful ! oft , when day's ...
... walls I bent my way ! " Oh cease , my fears ! —all frantic as I go , When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe ; What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet ; And , fearful ! oft , when day's ...
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... walls I bent my way ! " At that dread 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 ...
... walls I bent my way ! " At that dread 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 ...
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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 101 - 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.
Sida 81 - 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 68 - 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 47 - 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 102 - No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Sida 83 - 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 82 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Sida 87 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best.
Sida 104 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade.
Sida 87 - 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...