The Poetical Works of William Collins, Том 1W. Pickering, 1830 - Всего страниц: 150 |
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Стр. xxxiv
... of the golden age of literature ? But if even in that age the Odes of Collins were too abstracted from mundane feelings , too rich in imagery , and It is too strongly marked by the fervour of inspiration to be xxxiv MEMOIR OF COLLINS .
... of the golden age of literature ? But if even in that age the Odes of Collins were too abstracted from mundane feelings , too rich in imagery , and It is too strongly marked by the fervour of inspiration to be xxxiv MEMOIR OF COLLINS .
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... inspiration to be generally appreciated , his chance of being so , by the public generally , is at this moment less ; and the only hope of his obtaining that popularity to which he is unquestionably entitled , is by placing his works ...
... inspiration to be generally appreciated , his chance of being so , by the public generally , is at this moment less ; and the only hope of his obtaining that popularity to which he is unquestionably entitled , is by placing his works ...
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... inspired . This singu- larity must be accounted for by other causes than their want of merit . The disappointment of Collins was so keen and deep , that he not only burned the unsold copies with his own hand , but soon fell into a melan ...
... inspired . This singu- larity must be accounted for by other causes than their want of merit . The disappointment of Collins was so keen and deep , that he not only burned the unsold copies with his own hand , but soon fell into a melan ...
Стр. xlvi
... happiest , each particular passion is drawn with inimitable force and compression . Let us take only FEAR and DESPAIR , each dashed out in four lines , of which every word is like inspiration . Beau- tiful xlvi ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
... happiest , each particular passion is drawn with inimitable force and compression . Let us take only FEAR and DESPAIR , each dashed out in four lines , of which every word is like inspiration . Beau- tiful xlvi ESSAY ON THE GENIUS.
Стр. xlvii
... inspiration . Beau- tiful as Spenser is , and sometimes sublime , yet he redoubles his touches too much , and often introduces some coarse feature or expression , which destroys the spell . Spenser , indeed , has other merits of ...
... inspiration . Beau- tiful as Spenser is , and sometimes sublime , yet he redoubles his touches too much , and often introduces some coarse feature or expression , which destroys the spell . Spenser , indeed , has other merits of ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.