The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of EachTurner & Hayden, 1844 - 308 pages |
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... mourn ; Lament not Hannah's happy state : You may be happy in your turn , And seize the treasure you regret . With Love united Hymen stands , And softly whispers to your charms , - Meet but your lover in my bands , You'll find your ...
... mourn ; Lament not Hannah's happy state : You may be happy in your turn , And seize the treasure you regret . With Love united Hymen stands , And softly whispers to your charms , - Meet but your lover in my bands , You'll find your ...
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... mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears ! ' He said ; and call'd on Heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA ; OR , THE ...
... mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears ! ' He said ; and call'd on Heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA ; OR , THE ...
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... mourns the fatal day ; While stain'd with blood he strives to tear , Unseemly , from his sea green hair The wreaths of cheerful May : The thoughts which musing Pity pays , And fond Remembrance loves to raise , Your faithful hours attend ...
... mourns the fatal day ; While stain'd with blood he strives to tear , Unseemly , from his sea green hair The wreaths of cheerful May : The thoughts which musing Pity pays , And fond Remembrance loves to raise , Your faithful hours attend ...
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... mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they press he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who tis he , whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient , and a fiercer air ? Awake to all that injured ...
... mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they press he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who tis he , whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient , and a fiercer air ? Awake to all that injured ...
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... mourn'd , till Pity's self be dead . ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR . THOMSON . The Scene of the following Stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames , near Richmond . I. IN yonder grave a Druid lies , Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The ...
... mourn'd , till Pity's self be dead . ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR . THOMSON . The Scene of the following Stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames , near Richmond . I. IN yonder grave a Druid lies , Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The ...
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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.