The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 sider |
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Side vii
... truth , to have been inclined to indolence ; but it is likewise true that the man of fine imagina- tion who draws his productions from the stores of his own mind , ought to have large allowance made be- fore this accusation is fixed ...
... truth , to have been inclined to indolence ; but it is likewise true that the man of fine imagina- tion who draws his productions from the stores of his own mind , ought to have large allowance made be- fore this accusation is fixed ...
Side xvii
... 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 juvenile poet ; but on the ...
... 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 juvenile poet ; but on the ...
Side xxv
... Truth were made , is the ger - hawk or falcon ; tarsol or tiercelet , being an old term in falconry , used to express the males of that species of hawk . able to forget the real sorrows of life in the OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . XXV.
... Truth were made , is the ger - hawk or falcon ; tarsol or tiercelet , being an old term in falconry , used to express the males of that species of hawk . able to forget the real sorrows of life in the OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . XXV.
Side xxvii
... to life- The subject of the Poem is similar to that of THOMSON'S long , and to say the truth , rather heavy , composition , which bears the same title . Its object is to give a free and rapid sketch OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . xxvii.
... to life- The subject of the Poem is similar to that of THOMSON'S long , and to say the truth , rather heavy , composition , which bears the same title . Its object is to give a free and rapid sketch OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . xxvii.
Side xxviii
... truth and life to the description , sunny Florence ; the willow'd meads of Holland , to whom the stork is dear ; he who weds in the Adriatic his green- * Perhaps , however , the hint of the image was caught from that in Nebuchadnezzar's ...
... truth and life to the description , sunny Florence ; the willow'd meads of Holland , to whom the stork is dear ; he who weds in the Adriatic his green- * Perhaps , however , the hint of the image was caught from that in Nebuchadnezzar's ...
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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...