The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and Notes |
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... blessed their love . O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues , come away ! Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub , for you shall love our shore , By Ind excelled , or Araby , no more . “ Lost to our fields , for so the ...
... blessed their love . O haste , fair maids ! ye Virtues , come away ! Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way ! The balmy shrub , for you shall love our shore , By Ind excelled , or Araby , no more . “ Lost to our fields , for so the ...
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... fears , Recalled by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . ” He said , and called on Heaven to bless the day , When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA ; OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA 34 COLLINS ' POEMS .
... fears , Recalled by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . ” He said , and called on Heaven to bless the day , When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA ; OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA 34 COLLINS ' POEMS .
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... bless the servile scene . Though taste , though genius , bless To some divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole : What each , what all supply , May court , may charm , our eye ; Thou , only thou , canst raise ...
... bless the servile scene . Though taste , though genius , bless To some divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole : What each , what all supply , May court , may charm , our eye ; Thou , only thou , canst raise ...
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... a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedɔm shall a while repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY . STROPHE . O THOU , who 52 COLLINS ' POEMS . Ode, written in the Beginning of the Year 1746,
... a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedɔm shall a while repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY . STROPHE . O THOU , who 52 COLLINS ' POEMS . Ode, written in the Beginning of the Year 1746,
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... bless the grave , Where'er the youth is laid : That sacred spot the village hind With every sweetest turf shall bind , And Peace protect the shade . Blest youth , regardful of thy doom , Aërial hands shall build thy tomb , With shadowy ...
... bless the grave , Where'er the youth is laid : That sacred spot the village hind With every sweetest turf shall bind , And Peace protect the shade . Blest youth , regardful of thy doom , Aërial hands shall build thy tomb , With shadowy ...
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Page 68 - 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 smiled, and waved her golden hair...
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 59 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 44 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 43 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 30 - The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
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 61 - 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 70 - 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 odors from his dewy wings.
Page 24 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.