The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 166 pages |
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... rise , A wide wild storm , even Nature's self confounding , Withering her giant sons with strange uncouth surprise . This pillared earth so firm and wide , By winds and inward labors torn , In thunders dread was pushed aside , And down ...
... rise , A wide wild storm , even Nature's self confounding , Withering her giant sons with strange uncouth surprise . This pillared earth so firm and wide , By winds and inward labors torn , In thunders dread was pushed aside , And down ...
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... rise ! Yet Græcia's graceful orders join , Majestic , through the mixed design : The secret builder knew to choose Each sphere - found gem of richest hues ; Whate'er heaven's purer mould contains , When nearer suns emblaze its veins ...
... rise ! Yet Græcia's graceful orders join , Majestic , through the mixed design : The secret builder knew to choose Each sphere - found gem of richest hues ; Whate'er heaven's purer mould contains , When nearer suns emblaze its veins ...
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... rise and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train ! The British Lion , goddess sweet , Lies stretched on earth to kiss thy feet , And own thy holier reign . Let others court thy transient smile , But come to ODES . 63 Ode to Peace,
... rise and leave not one behind Of all thy beamy train ! The British Lion , goddess sweet , Lies stretched on earth to kiss thy feet , And own thy holier reign . Let others court thy transient smile , But come to ODES . 63 Ode to Peace,
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... rise ; While , ever varying as they pass , To some Contempt applies her glass : With these the white - robed maids combine ; And those the laughing Satyrs join ! But who is he whom now she views , In robe of wild contending hues ? Thou ...
... rise ; While , ever varying as they pass , To some Contempt applies her glass : With these the white - robed maids combine ; And those the laughing Satyrs join ! But who is he whom now she views , In robe of wild contending hues ? Thou ...
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... 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 . Then maids and youths shall linger here ...
... 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 . Then maids and youths shall linger here ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 42 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.