The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and Notes |
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... in Flanders . While on this tour he wrote several letters to his Oxford friends , but none of them have appeared in print , or are now known to exist . Soon after his arrival , his uncle died , and left his property 14 LIFE OF COLLINS .
... in Flanders . While on this tour he wrote several letters to his Oxford friends , but none of them have appeared in print , or are now known to exist . Soon after his arrival , his uncle died , and left his property 14 LIFE OF COLLINS .
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With Biographical Sketches and Notes William Collins Epes Sargent. arrival , his uncle died , and left his property to Collins and his sis- ters . The poet's legacy amounted to about two thousand pounds . And now he was able , at all ...
With Biographical Sketches and Notes William Collins Epes Sargent. arrival , his uncle died , and left his property to Collins and his sis- ters . The poet's legacy amounted to about two thousand pounds . And now he was able , at all ...
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... dying , he desired to see me , that he might take his last leave of me ; but he grew better ; and in the summer he ... died , the great bell of the cathedral of Sarragossa , in Arragon , tolled spontaneously . It began thus : The bell ...
... dying , he desired to see me , that he might take his last leave of me ; but he grew better ; and in the summer he ... died , the great bell of the cathedral of Sarragossa , in Arragon , tolled spontaneously . It began thus : The bell ...
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... died as long ago as the year 1754. Soon after I found the poem , I showed it to Mr. Home , who told me that it had been addressed to him by Mr. Collins on his leaving London , in 1749 ; that it was hastily composed and incorrect ; but ...
... died as long ago as the year 1754. Soon after I found the poem , I showed it to Mr. Home , who told me that it had been addressed to him by Mr. Collins on his leaving London , in 1749 ; that it was hastily composed and incorrect ; but ...
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... died of a distemper fatal in those parts , whilst he was engaged in celebrating the victories of his favorite monarch , the great Abbas . * As to the Eclogues themselves , they give a very just view of the miseries and inconveniences ...
... died of a distemper fatal in those parts , whilst he was engaged in celebrating the victories of his favorite monarch , the great Abbas . * As to the Eclogues themselves , they give a very just view of the miseries and inconveniences ...
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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.