The Poetical Works of William Collins, Volum 1W. Pickering, 1830 - 150 sider |
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Side xxviii
... reader of the Bible , I am favoured with the fol- lowing anecdote from the Reverend Mr. Shenton , Vicar of St. Andrew's , at Chichester , by whom Collins was buried : Walking in my vicaral gar- den one Sunday evening , during Collins's ...
... reader of the Bible , I am favoured with the fol- lowing anecdote from the Reverend Mr. Shenton , Vicar of St. Andrew's , at Chichester , by whom Collins was buried : Walking in my vicaral gar- den one Sunday evening , during Collins's ...
Side xxxviii
... readers . A poet , and not to have felt the tender passion , would be a creature which the world has never yet seen . It is said that Collins was extremely fond of a young lady who was born the day before him , and who did not return ...
... readers . A poet , and not to have felt the tender passion , would be a creature which the world has never yet seen . It is said that Collins was extremely fond of a young lady who was born the day before him , and who did not return ...
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... readers of taste and learning , there should not have been found a sufficient number to set the example of admiration , is very extraordinary . e In addition to all their other high merits , the An Essay on the Genius and Poems of ...
... readers of taste and learning , there should not have been found a sufficient number to set the example of admiration , is very extraordinary . e In addition to all their other high merits , the An Essay on the Genius and Poems of ...
Side xliv
... readers of enthusiastic mind to be satisfied with satire . The pedantry and uncouthness of Walter Harte had precluded him from ever being a fa- vourite with the public ; Shenstone had not yet risen xliv ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... readers of enthusiastic mind to be satisfied with satire . The pedantry and uncouthness of Walter Harte had precluded him from ever being a fa- vourite with the public ; Shenstone had not yet risen xliv ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
Side xlviii
... reader into the very mood over which the personified being so beautifully designed pre- sides . No other poem on the same subject has the same magic . It assuredly suggested some images and a tone of expression to Gray in his Elegy ...
... reader into the very mood over which the personified being so beautifully designed pre- sides . No other poem on the same subject has the same magic . It assuredly suggested some images and a tone of expression to Gray in his Elegy ...
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Abra admiration allegorical appear bard beautiful blank verse blest breathe character charm Chichester Circassia Collins's Colonel Martin CYMBELINE death delight demyship drest E'en Eclogues expression eyes fair fame Fancy Fear feel flowers fond genius grace Gray grief grove hair hand happy harmony hear heart honour hope hour imagery imagination inspired isle Johnson Joseph Warton lived lyre Magdalen College magic maid merit midst mind moral mountains mourn murmurs Muse myrtles native nature numbers nymph o'er Oxford passions pastoral Pity Pity's plain poems poet poet's poetical poetry pour'd Queen's College racter rage Richard Collins rove royal Abbas scene sentiment shade Shakespeare shepherds SIR THOMAS HANMER sister song Sophocles sound strain sublime sullen sung swain sweet taste tears tender thee Theocritus Thomas Warton Thomson thou thought tion toil truth vale VARIATIONS verse Warton wild William Collins writing youth
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Side 61 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, 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.
Side 60 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Side 87 - 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 wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Side 50 - 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.
Side 9 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way." At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor, From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure!
Side 61 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. They would have thought who heard the strain. They saw in Tempe's...
Side lix - 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 ! Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She...
Side 49 - 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...
Side 110 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share, Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Side 63 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.