The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and Notes |
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... plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft , as she went , she backward turned her view , And bade ... plains with flowers , Breathed his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan ...
... plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft , as she went , she backward turned her view , And bade ... plains with flowers , Breathed his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan ...
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... plains ; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high , And past in radiance through the cloudless sky ; Sad , o'er ... plain , And yon wide groves , already past with pain ! Yon ragged cliff , whose dangerous path we tried ! And , last ...
... plains ; What time the moon had hung her lamp on high , And past in radiance through the cloudless sky ; Sad , o'er ... plain , And yon wide groves , already past with pain ! Yon ragged cliff , whose dangerous path we tried ! And , last ...
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... plain , And once by maids and shepherds loved in vain ! No more the virgins shall delight to rove By Sargis ' banks , or Irwan's shady grove ; On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale , Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale ...
... plain , And once by maids and shepherds loved in vain ! No more the virgins shall delight to rove By Sargis ' banks , or Irwan's shady grove ; On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale , Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale ...
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... ' distant side , Deserted stream , and mute ? Wild Arun too has heard thy strains , And Echo , ' midst my native plains , Been soothed by Pity's lute . There first the wren thy myrtles shed On gentlest Otway's Ode to Pity,
... ' distant side , Deserted stream , and mute ? Wild Arun too has heard thy strains , And Echo , ' midst my native plains , Been soothed by Pity's lute . There first the wren thy myrtles shed On gentlest Otway's Ode to Pity,
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... plains , The beauteous model still remains . There , happier than in islands blest , Or bowers by Spring or Hebe drest , The chiefs who fill our Albion's story , In warlike weeds , retired in glory , Hear their consorted Druids sing ...
... plains , The beauteous model still remains . There , happier than in islands blest , Or bowers by Spring or Hebe drest , The chiefs who fill our Albion's story , In warlike weeds , retired in glory , Hear their consorted Druids sing ...
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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.