The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 166 страница |
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... anciently , just before the King of Spain died , the great bell of the cathedral of Sarragossa , in Arragon , tolled spontaneously . It began thus : The bell of Arragon , they say , Spontaneous speaks LIFE OF COLLINS . 17.
... anciently , just before the King of Spain died , the great bell of the cathedral of Sarragossa , in Arragon , tolled spontaneously . It began thus : The bell of Arragon , they say , Spontaneous speaks LIFE OF COLLINS . 17.
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... kings delight to know . Yet think not these , all beauteous as they are , The best kind blessings Heaven can grant the fair ! Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display : Drawn from the deep we ...
... kings delight to know . Yet think not these , all beauteous as they are , The best kind blessings Heaven can grant the fair ! Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display : Drawn from the deep we ...
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... kings ; To him , who , decked with pearly pride , In Adria weds his green - haired bride ; Hail , port of glory , wealth , and pleasure , Ne'er let me change this Lydian measure : Nor e'er her former pride relate , To sad Liguria's ...
... kings ; To him , who , decked with pearly pride , In Adria weds his green - haired bride ; Hail , port of glory , wealth , and pleasure , Ne'er let me change this Lydian measure : Nor e'er her former pride relate , To sad Liguria's ...
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... kings of three fair realms are laid ; Once foes , perhaps , together now they rest , No slaves revere them , and no wars invade : Yet frequent now , at midnight's solemn hour , The rifted mounds their yawning cells unfold , And forth ...
... kings of three fair realms are laid ; Once foes , perhaps , together now they rest , No slaves revere them , and no wars invade : Yet frequent now , at midnight's solemn hour , The rifted mounds their yawning cells unfold , And forth ...
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... kings of Banquo's fated line Through the dark cave in gleamy pageant passed . Proceed ! nor quit the tales which , simply told , Could once so well my answering bosom pierce ; Proceed , in forceful sounds , and colors bold , The native ...
... kings of Banquo's fated line Through the dark cave in gleamy pageant passed . Proceed ! nor quit the tales which , simply told , Could once so well my answering bosom pierce ; Proceed , in forceful sounds , and colors bold , The native ...
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Abra afterwards amidst ANTISTROPHE appear atque Ballymahon bard bless blest bliss breast breathe Bunbury called charms Circassia Collins Collins's crown dear death delight Eclogues edition elegy epitaph Eton College eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear fire fond Goldsmith grace Gray Gray's grief grove hand hear heart Heaven honor Horace Walpole hour Johnson Joseph Warton Julius Cæsar King Lord lyre maid mind monarch mourn Muse ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passion Pindar Pity plain pleasure poem poet poet's poetry pride quæ Queen rage reign rise round says scene shade sigh Sir Thomas Hanmer sister smiling song sorrow soul spring stanza STOOPS TO CONQUER sung swain sweet tears temperate vale thee THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil train translation trembling vale verse Walpole Warton weep wild written youth
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
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