The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 166 стор. |
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... Morning Chronicle , some time in the year 1799 , there was an advertisement of a portrait of Collins for sale . It was stated to be the only one in existence , and to have belonged to his sister . The only engraved portrait of him is ...
... Morning Chronicle , some time in the year 1799 , there was an advertisement of a portrait of Collins for sale . It was stated to be the only one in existence , and to have belonged to his sister . The only engraved portrait of him is ...
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... 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 haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe ...
... 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 haunt the plains : Well may your hearts believe ...
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... morning dew , Blew an inspiring air , that dale and thicket rung , The hunter's call , to Faun and Dryad known ! The oak - crowned Sisters , and their chaste - eyed Queen , Satyrs and Sylvan Boys , were seen , Peeping from forth their ...
... morning dew , Blew an inspiring air , that dale and thicket rung , The hunter's call , to Faun and Dryad known ! The oak - crowned Sisters , and their chaste - eyed Queen , Satyrs and Sylvan Boys , were seen , Peeping from forth their ...
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... beauteous union must appear at length , Of Tuscan fancy , and Athenian strength : One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn , And even a Shakspeare to her fame be born ! Yet , ah ! so bright her morning's opening ray 84 COLLINS ' POEMS .
... beauteous union must appear at length , Of Tuscan fancy , and Athenian strength : One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn , And even a Shakspeare to her fame be born ! Yet , ah ! so bright her morning's opening ray 84 COLLINS ' POEMS .
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... morning's opening ray , In vain our Britain hoped an 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 ...
... morning's opening ray , In vain our Britain hoped an 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 ...
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Abra afterwards amidst ANTISTROPHE appear atque Ballymahon bard bless blest bliss breast breathe Bunbury called charms Circassia Collins Collins's crown dear death delight Eclogues edition elegy epitaph Eton College eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear fire fond Goldsmith grace Gray Gray's grief grove hand hear heart Heaven honor Horace Walpole hour Johnson Joseph Warton Julius Cæsar King Lord lyre maid mind monarch mourn Muse ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passion Pindar Pity plain pleasure poem poet poet's poetry pride quæ Queen rage reign rise round says scene shade sigh Sir Thomas Hanmer sister smiling song sorrow soul spring stanza STOOPS TO CONQUER sung swain sweet tears temperate vale thee THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil train translation trembling vale verse Walpole Warton weep wild written youth
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Сторінка 60 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Сторінка 41 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 96 - Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Сторінка 46 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where gray-beard mirth, and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound And news much older than their ale went round.
Сторінка 40 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries, — No more I weep ; they do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Сторінка 62 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Сторінка 30 - These shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Сторінка 59 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 34 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Сторінка 42 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.