The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 sider |
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Side viii
... hands . His end was unhappy ; his mind , abandoned to inaction , preyed upon itself , and he fell into that malady most humiliating to a being possessed of rational powers . The Epistle to Sir THOMAS HANMER seems to have been the first ...
... hands . His end was unhappy ; his mind , abandoned to inaction , preyed upon itself , and he fell into that malady most humiliating to a being possessed of rational powers . The Epistle to Sir THOMAS HANMER seems to have been the first ...
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... hand , according to the eastern expression of strong emotion , before he begins his complaint . The scene is highly finished , and shows what advan- tage might be gained to this kind of Poetry , by stu- dying the more picturesque ...
... hand , according to the eastern expression of strong emotion , before he begins his complaint . The scene is highly finished , and shows what advan- tage might be gained to this kind of Poetry , by stu- dying the more picturesque ...
Side xvii
... hand shall rend . " With equal truth of penciling does he mark " the villain Arab prowling for his prey . " Some feeble or unmeaning epithets might be pointed out in this and in the other Eclogues ; and other marks may be perceived of a ...
... hand shall rend . " With equal truth of penciling does he mark " the villain Arab prowling for his prey . " Some feeble or unmeaning epithets might be pointed out in this and in the other Eclogues ; and other marks may be perceived of a ...
Side xxv
... hand ! and when , from the patriotic ideas of freedom , honour , and just ven- geance over the enemies of our country , the Poet by a sudden change in the movement reverts to the situation of the mourning and desolated friend , un ...
... hand ! and when , from the patriotic ideas of freedom , honour , and just ven- geance over the enemies of our country , the Poet by a sudden change in the movement reverts to the situation of the mourning and desolated friend , un ...
Side xxvii
... hand . This Ode , as well as the former , seems to have been written just after the rebellion of 1745 , and was probably intended to move pity , possibly to express sympathy towards the unhappy victims of an ill - judged and abortive ...
... hand . This Ode , as well as the former , seems to have been written just after the rebellion of 1745 , and was probably intended to move pity , possibly to express sympathy towards the unhappy victims of an ill - judged and abortive ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1797 |
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegory ANTISTROPHE bade that Crook bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest drooping Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fated Fear fix'd flowers gentle Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle join'd Julius Cæsar lyre magic maid like Abra melt midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native Nature numbers nymph o'er OLD BAILEY pale passions Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's POETICAL Poetry possest pour'd Published by Cadell rage round scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shore shriek sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild winds world unknown
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Side 99 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Side 82 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Side 79 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Side 9 - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Side 46 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Side 66 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, 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...
Side 67 - 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: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit...
Side 81 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Side 83 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side 86 - 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. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...