The Poetical Works of William Collins, Том 1W. Pickering, 1830 - Всего страниц: 150 |
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... these defects may have been constitutional , and were , perhaps , the germs of the disease which too · soon ripened into the most frightful of human calamities . Endued with a morbid sensibility , which was X MEMOIR OF COLLINS .
... these defects may have been constitutional , and were , perhaps , the germs of the disease which too · soon ripened into the most frightful of human calamities . Endued with a morbid sensibility , which was X MEMOIR OF COLLINS .
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... Soon after this period , the disease which had long threatened to destroy Collins's intellects assumed a more decided character ; but for some time the unhappy poet was the only person who was sensible of the approaching calamity . A ...
... Soon after this period , the disease which had long threatened to destroy Collins's intellects assumed a more decided character ; but for some time the unhappy poet was the only person who was sensible of the approaching calamity . A ...
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... soon distinguished for his early proficiency , and his turn for elegant composition . About the year 1740 , he came off from that seminary first upon roll , * and was entered a commoner of Queen's college . There , no vacancy offering ...
... soon distinguished for his early proficiency , and his turn for elegant composition . About the year 1740 , he came off from that seminary first upon roll , * and was entered a commoner of Queen's college . There , no vacancy offering ...
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... soon stood still . Both Dr. Johnson and Mr. Langhorne are mistaken when they say , the " Translation of Aristotle " was never begun : I know the contrary , for some progress was made in both , but most in the latter . From the freedom ...
... soon stood still . Both Dr. Johnson and Mr. Langhorne are mistaken when they say , the " Translation of Aristotle " was never begun : I know the contrary , for some progress was made in both , but most in the latter . From the freedom ...
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... never saw him after his sister removed him from M'Donald's madhouse at Chelsea to Chichester , where he soon sunk into a deplorable state of idiotism , which , when I was told , shocked me exceed MEMOIR OF COLLINS . XXV.
... never saw him after his sister removed him from M'Donald's madhouse at Chelsea to Chichester , where he soon sunk into a deplorable state of idiotism , which , when I was told , shocked me exceed MEMOIR OF COLLINS . XXV.
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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.