The Poetical Works of William Collins, Volumen 1W. Pickering, 1830 - 150 páginas |
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... scenes and green - room , where he made diverting observa- tions on the vanity and false consequence of that class of people ; and his manner of relating them to his particular friends was extremely entertain- ing . In this manner he ...
... scenes and green - room , where he made diverting observa- tions on the vanity and false consequence of that class of people ; and his manner of relating them to his particular friends was extremely entertain- ing . In this manner he ...
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... scene or the attentions of friendship . Thomas Warton describes him as being in a weak and low condi- tion , and unable to bear conversation , when he saw him at Oxford . He was afterwards confined in a house for the insane at Chelsea ...
... scene or the attentions of friendship . Thomas Warton describes him as being in a weak and low condi- tion , and unable to bear conversation , when he saw him at Oxford . He was afterwards confined in a house for the insane at Chelsea ...
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... scene of enchanting repose was never exhibited by Claude , or any other among the happiest of painters . Though a mere verbal description can never rival a fine picture in a mere address to the material part of our nature , yet it far ...
... scene of enchanting repose was never exhibited by Claude , or any other among the happiest of painters . Though a mere verbal description can never rival a fine picture in a mere address to the material part of our nature , yet it far ...
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... SCENE , A valley near Bagdat . TIME , The morning . ' YE Persian maids , attend your poet's 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 ...
... SCENE , A valley near Bagdat . TIME , The morning . ' YE Persian maids , attend your poet's 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 ...
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... . Ver . 46. The fair - eyed Truth , and daughters bless'd their love . 53. O come , thou Modesty , as they decree , The rose may then improve her blush by thee . 55 Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , SELIM . 5.
... . Ver . 46. The fair - eyed Truth , and daughters bless'd their love . 53. O come , thou Modesty , as they decree , The rose may then improve her blush by thee . 55 Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , SELIM . 5.
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Página 61 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, 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.
Página 60 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Página 87 - 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 wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Página 50 - Or find some ruin 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.
Página 9 - Schiraz' 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!
Página 61 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. They would have thought who heard the strain. They saw in Tempe's...
Página lix - 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 ! Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She...
Página 49 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, 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...
Página 110 - 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...
Página 63 - 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.