The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of EachTurner & Hayden, 1844 - 308 pages |
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... grace , Who left awhile o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , Where thou and furies shared the baleful grove ? Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' incestuous queen ‡ Sigh'd the sad call her son and ...
... grace , Who left awhile o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , Where thou and furies shared the baleful grove ? Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' incestuous queen ‡ Sigh'd the sad call her son and ...
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... grace , With many a rude repeated stroke , And many a barbarous yell , to thousand fragments broke ! Epode 1 . Yet e'en , where'er the least appear'd , Th'admiring world thy hand revered : Still , ' midst the scatter'd states around ...
... grace , With many a rude repeated stroke , And many a barbarous yell , to thousand fragments broke ! Epode 1 . Yet e'en , where'er the least appear'd , Th'admiring world thy hand revered : Still , ' midst the scatter'd states around ...
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... grace thy western isle , By warlike Honour led ; And , while around her ports rejoice , While all her sons adore thy choice , With him for ever wed ! THE MANNERS . FAREWELL , for clearer ken design'd , The dim - discover'd tracts of ...
... grace thy western isle , By warlike Honour led ; And , while around her ports rejoice , While all her sons adore thy choice , With him for ever wed ! THE MANNERS . FAREWELL , for clearer ken design'd , The dim - discover'd tracts of ...
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... 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 lay , Consents at length to bring me short delight ; Thy careless steps may scare her ...
... 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 lay , Consents at length to bring me short delight ; Thy careless steps may scare her ...
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... grace his obsequies . Is the sable Warrior fled ? Thy sun is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm , that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn . Fair laughs the Morn , and soft the Zephyr blows , While ...
... grace his obsequies . Is the sable Warrior fled ? Thy sun is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm , that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn . Fair laughs the Morn , and soft the Zephyr blows , While ...
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adorn Amyntas arms balmy bard beauty blast blest bloom blooming band bosom bower breast breathe Bring Daphnis brow charms cliffs clouds Codrus Corydon Damætas Damastas dark deep delight divine dread eclogue Eton College fair fame Fancy Fancy's fate fire flame flocks flowers forlorn gale gentle glory glow grace grove hail heart Heaven hope Julius Cæsar lofty lonely Lycidas lyre maid Menalcas mighty mind Mopsus mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er numbers nymphs o'er peace Pindaric plain poem pomp pride promised song racter rage rapture roam roll round sacred scene shade shepherd shine sing skies smile soft song soothe soul spring storm strain stream sublime sung swain sweet tear thee thine thou thought Thyrsis Tityrus toil truth Twas vale verse virtue Virtue's voice warbling wave WESTMINSTER ABBEY wild winds wings youth
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Page 110 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 107 - ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 82 - The Summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe, By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. . Wisdom, in sable garb array'd Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend : Warm Charity, the general friend ; With Justice, to herself severe ; And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
Page 78 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 78 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Page 108 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands...
Page 93 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Page 108 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 109 - Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 111 - twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.