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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... soul ! Of these let others ask , To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER ...
... soul ! Of these let others ask , To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER ...
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... soul can now Its high presuming hopes avow ? Where he who thinks , with rapture blind , This hallow'd work for him design'd ? High on some cliff , to heaven up - pil'd , Of rude access , of prospect wild , Where , tangled round the ...
... soul can now Its high presuming hopes avow ? Where he who thinks , with rapture blind , This hallow'd work for him design'd ? High on some cliff , to heaven up - pil'd , Of rude access , of prospect wild , Where , tangled round the ...
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... Of all the sons of soul , was known ; And Heaven , and Fancy , kindred powers , Have now o'erturn'd th ' inspiring bowers ; Or curtain'd close such scene from ev'ry future view . ODE , WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR 1746 45.
... Of all the sons of soul , was known ; And Heaven , and Fancy , kindred powers , Have now o'erturn'd th ' inspiring bowers ; Or curtain'd close such scene from ev'ry future view . ODE , WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR 1746 45.
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... soul ! For sunny Florence , seat of art , Beneath her vines preserv'd a part , Till they3 , whom Science lov'd to name , ( O who could fear it ? ) quench'd her flame . And lo , an humbler relic laid In jealous Pisa's olive shade ! See ...
... soul ! For sunny Florence , seat of art , Beneath her vines preserv'd a part , Till they3 , whom Science lov'd to name , ( O who could fear it ? ) quench'd her flame . And lo , an humbler relic laid In jealous Pisa's olive shade ! See ...
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... soul - enforcing goddess , stood ! There oft the painted native's feet Were wont thy form celestial meet : Though now with hopeless toil we trace Time's backward rolls , to find its place ; Whether the fiery - tressed Dane , Or Roman's ...
... soul - enforcing goddess , stood ! There oft the painted native's feet Were wont thy form celestial meet : Though now with hopeless toil we trace Time's backward rolls , to find its place ; Whether the fiery - tressed Dane , Or Roman's ...
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第72页 - 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.
第71页 - 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.
第46页 - 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.
第70页 - 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...
第85页 - 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.
第138页 - 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.
第45页 - 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...
第8页 - 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.
第142页 - 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...
第22页 - 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...