The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With Lord Byron's English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Hours of IdlenessBaynes and Son, 1824 - 446 psl. |
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... O'er many a pleasing , distant scene , I rove ; Now climb the rock , or wander on the strand , Or trace the rill , or penetrate the grove . From Baia's hills , from Portsea's spreading wave , To fair Cicestria's lonely walls I stray ...
... O'er many a pleasing , distant scene , I rove ; Now climb the rock , or wander on the strand , Or trace the rill , or penetrate the grove . From Baia's hills , from Portsea's spreading wave , To fair Cicestria's lonely walls I stray ...
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... o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me ! O let me safely to the fair return , Say , with a kiss , she must not , shall not mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears ...
... o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me ! O let me safely to the fair return , Say , with a kiss , she must not , shall not mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lose its fears ...
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... o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled , Where wildering fear and desperate sorrow led : Fast as they prest their flight , behind them lay Wild ravaged plains , and valleys stole away . Along the mountain's bending sides they ran ...
... o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled , Where wildering fear and desperate sorrow led : Fast as they prest their flight , behind them lay Wild ravaged plains , and valleys stole away . Along the mountain's bending sides they ran ...
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... O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retired by day , In dreams of passion melt away , Allow'd with thee to dwell ...
... O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand , And sighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retired by day , In dreams of passion melt away , Allow'd with thee to dwell ...
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... o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , Where thou and furies shared the baleful grove ? Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' incestuous queent Sigh'd the sad call her son and husband heard , When once alone ...
... o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , Where thou and furies shared the baleful grove ? Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' incestuous queent Sigh'd the sad call her son and husband heard , When once alone ...
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The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie– With a Memoir of Each William Collins,Thomas Gray Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie– With a Memoir of Each William Collins Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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Amyntas arms bard beauty beneath blast blest bloom blooming band bosom breast breath brow Calmar charms clouds Corydon Daphnis dark death deep delight dread drest Eton College fair falchion fame Fancy Fancy's fate fear fire flame flowers foes gale genius gentle glory glow grace Gray grove hail hand heart Heaven honour hope hour JAMES BEATTIE Julius Cæsar lonely Lycidas lyre maid Margaret of Anjou melting Menalcas mighty mind Mopsus mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er peace Pindaric plain poem pomp praise pride rage rapture reign roll round rove sacred scenes shade shepherd sigh sing skies smile soft song soothe soul spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet tears thee thine thou thought throng toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue Virtue's voice wave wild wind wing youth
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97 psl. - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
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