The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and WritingsT. Becket and P. A. Dehondt, 1765 - 166 pages |
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Abra allegorical almoſt ANTISTROPHE Bard beautiful blaſt bleſs bleſt breathe characteriſtic charm circumſtances COLLINS compoſition delight deſcribed deſcription deſerts deſign deſpair diftinguiſhed diſtant ECLOGUE expreſſion expreſſive eyes fair fame Fancy Fear fide fighs filent firſt flowers folemn fome fong fons genius gentleſt Georgian grief grove hair heart imagery inſpiring iſle juſt laſt lov'd maid meaſure midſt mind moſt mountain's Muſe muſt nature numbers nymph o'er obſerve ORIENTAL ECLOGUES paſſions paſtoral Pity plain pleaſing pleaſure poems poet poet's poetical poetry preſent reaſon reſpect riſe royal Abbas ſad ſame ſay ſcene ſecret ſee ſeems ſentiment ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhed ſhepherds ſhore ſhould ſhrine SIR THOMAS HANMER ſome ſong ſounds ſpecies ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſtrength ſtriking ſubject ſuch ſullen ſung ſwain ſweet ſword tender thee Theocritus theſe thoſe thou thought thro vale verſe virtue watchet whoſe wild youth
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Page 33 - ECLOGUE IV. AGIB AND SECANDER; i*» THE FUGITIVES. SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA. TIME, MIDNIGHT. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd, Each swain was blest, for every maid was kind...
Page 55 - 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 81 - 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.
Page 153 - Vengeance, in the lurid air, Lifts her red arm, expos'd and bare : On whom that ravening brood of Fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait : Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee ? EPODE.
Page 172 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 122 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 180 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Page 98 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast 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.
Page 83 - 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.
Page 45 - Brood of fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait ; Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee? EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice Silent and pale in wild amazement hung.