The poetical works of William Collins, with the comm. of Langhorne. To which is prefixed some account of the life of Collins by dr. Johnson1804 |
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... pastoral song , May hope , O pensive Eve , to sooth thine ear , Like thy own brawling springs , Thy springs , and dying gales ; O Nymph reserv'd , while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With ...
... pastoral song , May hope , O pensive Eve , to sooth thine ear , Like thy own brawling springs , Thy springs , and dying gales ; O Nymph reserv'd , while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With ...
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... pastoral , was the hospitable nurse of let- ters , it is not easy to determine . From the subjects , and the manner of Theocritus , one would incline to the latter opinion , while the history of Bion is in favour of the former . However ...
... pastoral , was the hospitable nurse of let- ters , it is not easy to determine . From the subjects , and the manner of Theocritus , one would incline to the latter opinion , while the history of Bion is in favour of the former . However ...
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... pastoral kind ; would take its subjects from those scenes of rural simplicity in which they were conversant , and ... Pastoral , is love and the colloquial or dramatic form of composition peculiar to the latter : this form of composition ...
... pastoral kind ; would take its subjects from those scenes of rural simplicity in which they were conversant , and ... Pastoral , is love and the colloquial or dramatic form of composition peculiar to the latter : this form of composition ...
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... pastoral poetry , were , probably , no more than imitators , that derived their harmony from higher and remoter sources , and kindled their poetical fires at those then unextinguished lamps which burned within the tombs of oriental ...
... pastoral poetry , were , probably , no more than imitators , that derived their harmony from higher and remoter sources , and kindled their poetical fires at those then unextinguished lamps which burned within the tombs of oriental ...
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... the style and figure of the Sicilian pastoral- " She is like the rising of the golden morning , when the night de- parteth , and when the winter is over and gone . She resembleth the cypress in the garden , the horse in 112.
... the style and figure of the Sicilian pastoral- " She is like the rising of the golden morning , when the night de- parteth , and when the winter is over and gone . She resembleth the cypress in the garden , the horse in 112.
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Стр. 72 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Стр. 71 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power, FIRST Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
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. 70 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Стр. 85 - 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. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Стр. 138 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Стр. 45 - While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, Nigh spher'd in heaven, its native strains could hear...
Стр. 8 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Стр. 142 - 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. 22 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...