The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - 135 עמודים |
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עמוד xxi
... live to exhaust . " Soon afterwards he seems to have left London and taken up his residence in his native city.2 Of Collins's literary labors and plans in these days of newly acquired competence and ease there are several hints . His ...
... live to exhaust . " Soon afterwards he seems to have left London and taken up his residence in his native city.2 Of Collins's literary labors and plans in these days of newly acquired competence and ease there are several hints . His ...
עמוד 17
... live - long hours she told , Till late at silent eve she penn'd the fold . Deep in the grove , beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of od'rous flow'rs she made : Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue ...
... live - long hours she told , Till late at silent eve she penn'd the fold . Deep in the grove , beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of od'rous flow'rs she made : Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue ...
עמוד 28
... live . Wak'd at his call I view , with glad surprise , Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rise . 63. His ev'ry strain the Loves and Graces own ; 71 , 72. Till late Corneille from epick Lucan brought The full expression , and the Roman ...
... live . Wak'd at his call I view , with glad surprise , Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rise . 63. His ev'ry strain the Loves and Graces own ; 71 , 72. Till late Corneille from epick Lucan brought The full expression , and the Roman ...
עמוד 74
... live plant with mortal accents spoke , And the wild blast upheav'd the vanish'd sword ! How have I sat , when pip'd the pensive wind , To hear his harp , by British Fairfax strung . Prevailing poet , whose undoubting mind Believ'd the ...
... live plant with mortal accents spoke , And the wild blast upheav'd the vanish'd sword ! How have I sat , when pip'd the pensive wind , To hear his harp , by British Fairfax strung . Prevailing poet , whose undoubting mind Believ'd the ...
עמוד 83
... live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face , pale primrose , nor The azured harebell , like thy veins , no , nor The leaf of eglantine , whom not to slander , Out - sweeten'd ...
... live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face , pale primrose , nor The azured harebell , like thy veins , no , nor The leaf of eglantine , whom not to slander , Out - sweeten'd ...
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עמוד 62 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
עמוד 83 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
עמוד 99 - ... bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give; And I with thee will choose to live.
עמוד 59 - 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. Next Anger rush'd; his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings; In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
עמוד 60 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; 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.
עמוד 55 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
עמוד 80 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
עמוד 54 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
עמוד 44 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
עמוד 6 - 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 red-breast 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.