The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - 135 Seiten |
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... hours are persons , as in old mythology . Elves , and nymphs who shed the dew , and Pensive Pleasures sweet , prepare Evening's shadowy car . Even the conven- tional personifications with which the poem ends show only the same tendency ...
... hours are persons , as in old mythology . Elves , and nymphs who shed the dew , and Pensive Pleasures sweet , prepare Evening's shadowy car . Even the conven- tional personifications with which the poem ends show only the same tendency ...
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... hour . The spirit was as real to him as the hour , and probably he would not have cared to identify the two . The thought of a semi - supernatural being , beautiful , ethereal , the goddess - queen of twilight , dim - flitting in ...
... hour . The spirit was as real to him as the hour , and probably he would not have cared to identify the two . The thought of a semi - supernatural being , beautiful , ethereal , the goddess - queen of twilight , dim - flitting in ...
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... hours the wily monster lies , And listens oft to hear the passing steed , And frequent round him rolls his sullen eyes , If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise . Yet frequent now , at midnight's solemn hour , The ...
... hours the wily monster lies , And listens oft to hear the passing steed , And frequent round him rolls his sullen eyes , If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise . Yet frequent now , at midnight's solemn hour , The ...
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... hour , The youth who lov'd so well : Ah me ! how many a true - love shower Of kind remembrance fell ! Each maid was woe , but Lucy chief ; Her grief o'er all was tried : Within his grave she dropp'd in grief , And o'er her lov'd one ...
... hour , The youth who lov'd so well : Ah me ! how many a true - love shower Of kind remembrance fell ! Each maid was woe , but Lucy chief ; Her grief o'er all was tried : Within his grave she dropp'd in grief , And o'er her lov'd one ...
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... hour , The secret present of a matchless maid . The Cyprian queen , at Hymen's fond request , Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art ; Fears , sighs , and wishes of th ' enamour'd breast , And pains that please , are mixt in ev'ry ...
... hour , The secret present of a matchless maid . The Cyprian queen , at Hymen's fond request , Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art ; Fears , sighs , and wishes of th ' enamour'd breast , And pains that please , are mixt in ev'ry ...
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Seite 60 - 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 odours from his dewy wings.
Seite 64 - Nature's child, again adieu! The genial meads, assigned to bless Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom, Their hinds and shepherd-girls shall dress With simple hands thy rural tomb. Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes: 'O! vales and wild woods,' shall he say, 'In yonder grave your Druid lies!' (>749) 256 An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, Considered as the Subject of Poetry HOME, thou return's!
Seite 57 - Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. 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.
Seite 53 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Seite 78 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Seite 70 - Or thither where beneath the show'ry west The mighty 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...
Seite 52 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Seite 99 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Seite 58 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Seite 52 - Whose numbers stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing...