The poetical works of William Collins, with the comm. of Langhorne. To which is prefixed some account of the life of Collins by dr. Johnson1804 |
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... equal the expressive sweetness of the sculpture , it is the following most excellent epitaph , written by Mr. Hayley . Ye who the merits of the dead revere , Who hold misfortune's sacred genius dear , Regard this tomb , where Collins ...
... equal the expressive sweetness of the sculpture , it is the following most excellent epitaph , written by Mr. Hayley . Ye who the merits of the dead revere , Who hold misfortune's sacred genius dear , Regard this tomb , where Collins ...
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... equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd 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 ...
... equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crown'd 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 ...
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... equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their order ...
... equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that sweetest breathe , Though Beauty cull'd the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their order ...
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... equal day ! No second growth the western isle could bear , At once exhausted with too rich a year . Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in art . 2 Julius II . the immediate predecessor of Leo X. Of ...
... equal day ! No second growth the western isle could bear , At once exhausted with too rich a year . Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in art . 2 Julius II . the immediate predecessor of Leo X. Of ...
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... equal grace , If youth or maid thy joys and griefs divide , O , much entreated leave this fatal place ! Sweet Peace , who long hath shunn'd my plaintive day , Consents at length to bring me short delight , Thy careless steps may scare ...
... equal grace , If youth or maid thy joys and griefs divide , O , much entreated leave this fatal place ! Sweet Peace , who long hath shunn'd my plaintive day , Consents at length to bring me short delight , Thy careless steps may scare ...
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Página 72 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Página 71 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power, FIRST Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Página 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.
Página 70 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Página 85 - 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. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Página 138 - 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.
Página 45 - While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, Nigh spher'd in heaven, its native strains could hear...
Página 8 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Página 142 - 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...
Página 22 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...