The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 166ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... published by Mr. Murray under the editorial charge of Mr. Peter Cunningham , and in some instances have adopted the version approved by the latter . In preparing the memoir , we have sometimes consulted Mr. Prior's materials , but have ...
... published by Mr. Murray under the editorial charge of Mr. Peter Cunningham , and in some instances have adopted the version approved by the latter . In preparing the memoir , we have sometimes consulted Mr. Prior's materials , but have ...
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... published in the columns of the Gentleman's Magazine , where Collins's first printed production appeared in Jan- uary , 1739. Another trifle of his appeared in the same journal in the October following , which is now inserted among his ...
... published in the columns of the Gentleman's Magazine , where Collins's first printed production appeared in Jan- uary , 1739. Another trifle of his appeared in the same journal in the October following , which is now inserted among his ...
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... published till after he went to Oxford ) , and distinguished himself by his proficiency in English composition . To the studies of the school he must have devoted himself with diligence , for , in consid- eration of his merit , he came ...
... published till after he went to Oxford ) , and distinguished himself by his proficiency in English composition . To the studies of the school he must have devoted himself with diligence , for , in consid- eration of his merit , he came ...
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... publishing . He showed me some of the lives in embryo , but I do not recollect that any of them came to perfec- tion . To raise a present subsistence , he set about writing his odes ; and , having a general invitation to my house , he ...
... publishing . He showed me some of the lives in embryo , but I do not recollect that any of them came to perfec- tion . To raise a present subsistence , he set about writing his odes ; and , having a general invitation to my house , he ...
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... publish them immediately . I flatter myself that I shall lose no honor by this pub- lication , because I believe these odes , as they now stand , are infinitely the best things I ever wrote . You will see a very pretty one of Collins's ...
... publish them immediately . I flatter myself that I shall lose no honor by this pub- lication , because I believe these odes , as they now stand , are infinitely the best things I ever wrote . You will see a very pretty one of Collins's ...
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60 ÆäÀÌÁö - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries, — No more I weep ; they do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.