The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and Writings |
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... seems to have rendered the task of regularity to genius , it is the fupreme confolation of dulnefs and of folly , to point with go- thic triumph to thofe exceffes , which are the overflowings of faculties they never enjoyed . Perfectly ...
... seems to have rendered the task of regularity to genius , it is the fupreme confolation of dulnefs and of folly , to point with go- thic triumph to thofe exceffes , which are the overflowings of faculties they never enjoyed . Perfectly ...
Page iv
... seems to be instinc- tive , was , probably , given us for the noble end of gratitude ; and , finally , to elevate the enquiries of the mind to that fountain of perfection from which all human excellence is derived . 7 CHI- CHICHESTER ...
... seems to be instinc- tive , was , probably , given us for the noble end of gratitude ; and , finally , to elevate the enquiries of the mind to that fountain of perfection from which all human excellence is derived . 7 CHI- CHICHESTER ...
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... seems to have been in one of thefe inter- vals , that he was vifited by an ingenious friend , who tells us , he found him with a book in his hand , and being asked what it was , he answered , that he had but cne book , but that was the ...
... seems to have been in one of thefe inter- vals , that he was vifited by an ingenious friend , who tells us , he found him with a book in his hand , and being asked what it was , he answered , that he had but cne book , but that was the ...
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... seems to rife ! Yet Grecia's graceful orders join , Majestic thro ' the mix'd defign ; The fecret builder knew to chufe , Each sphere - found gem of richeft hues : Whate'er heaven's purer mold contains , When nearer funs emblaze its ...
... seems to rife ! Yet Grecia's graceful orders join , Majestic thro ' the mix'd defign ; The fecret builder knew to chufe , Each sphere - found gem of richeft hues : Whate'er heaven's purer mold contains , When nearer funs emblaze its ...
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... seems to be the whole moral tendency and effect . If , therefore , it should appear to fome readers that he has been more induftrious to cultivate de- scription than fentiment ; it may be observed that his defcriptions themselves are ...
... seems to be the whole moral tendency and effect . If , therefore , it should appear to fome readers that he has been more induftrious to cultivate de- scription than fentiment ; it may be observed that his defcriptions themselves are ...
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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 53 - 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 79 - 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 151 - 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 170 - 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 120 - 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 178 - 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 96 - 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 81 - 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 44 - 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.