The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - Всего страниц: 124 |
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... Thou to whom the world unknown " With all its shadowy shapes is shewn ! " Sometimes it is in the interrogative ; " Who shall awake the Spartan fife ? " The language is highly figurative , sometimes ob- scure ! the measure is various ...
... Thou to whom the world unknown " With all its shadowy shapes is shewn ! " Sometimes it is in the interrogative ; " Who shall awake the Spartan fife ? " The language is highly figurative , sometimes ob- scure ! the measure is various ...
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... thou see'st him lie , " Wild war insulting near ; " the soul is struck , and acknowledges the force of Nature above the power of lofty figures or swelling sentiment . The WILLIAM mentioned in the poem is the hero of Culloden , then a ...
... thou see'st him lie , " Wild war insulting near ; " the soul is struck , and acknowledges the force of Nature above the power of lofty figures or swelling sentiment . The WILLIAM mentioned in the poem is the hero of Culloden , then a ...
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... thou hast made her vales thy lov'd , thy last abode . " COLLINS has here taken advantage of a tradi- tion , that Britain was formerly connected with the continent ; and of another , less known , that in the time of the Druids there ...
... thou hast made her vales thy lov'd , thy last abode . " COLLINS has here taken advantage of a tradi- tion , that Britain was formerly connected with the continent ; and of another , less known , that in the time of the Druids there ...
Стр. xxxix
... sen- sation hardly leaves room for any exertion . The next is truly enchanting . It begins with a sprightly apostrophe , " But thou , O Hope ! with eyes so fair . Her song , for she sings as well as plays OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . xxxix.
... sen- sation hardly leaves room for any exertion . The next is truly enchanting . It begins with a sprightly apostrophe , " But thou , O Hope ! with eyes so fair . Her song , for she sings as well as plays OF MR . WILLIAM COLLINS . xxxix.
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... The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the Fates ordain , The dear deserters shall return again , Come thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear 6 SELIM ; OR ,
... The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore , By Ind excell'd or Araby no more . Lost to our fields , for so the Fates ordain , The dear deserters shall return again , Come thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear 6 SELIM ; OR ,
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...