The Poems of William CollinsH. Frowde, 1907 - Всего страниц: 90 |
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Стр. vii
... once Mayor of the town ; his mother was sister of Edmund Martin , Lieutenant - Colonel of the 8th Regiment of Foot , sometimes called the King's Own , who seems to have contributed largely to the support of the Collins family . There ...
... once Mayor of the town ; his mother was sister of Edmund Martin , Lieutenant - Colonel of the 8th Regiment of Foot , sometimes called the King's Own , who seems to have contributed largely to the support of the Collins family . There ...
Стр. xvi
... on the death of her lover , killed in the action of Fontenoy . She was a day older than Collins , and he said once that he came into the world a day after the fair ' . MO OF MIND J. Ryland del . et fculp . xvi MEMOIR.
... on the death of her lover , killed in the action of Fontenoy . She was a day older than Collins , and he said once that he came into the world a day after the fair ' . MO OF MIND J. Ryland del . et fculp . xvi MEMOIR.
Стр. xxiv
... once delighted to converse , and whom I yet remember with tenderness , ' wrote Dr. Johnson : and he could hardly have expressed in more fitting words the emotion which the death of the poet must have roused in the hearts of his friends ...
... once delighted to converse , and whom I yet remember with tenderness , ' wrote Dr. Johnson : and he could hardly have expressed in more fitting words the emotion which the death of the poet must have roused in the hearts of his friends ...
Стр. xxviii
... , how solemn , how serene ! Such as did once the Poet bless , Who murmuring here a later ditty , Could find no refuge from distress , But in the milder grief of pity . Now let us , as we float along , For xxviii MEMOIR.
... , how solemn , how serene ! Such as did once the Poet bless , Who murmuring here a later ditty , Could find no refuge from distress , But in the milder grief of pity . Now let us , as we float along , For xxviii MEMOIR.
Стр. 8
... once he fires the Swain ; Or hope a Lover by your Faults to win , As Spots on Ermin beautify the Skin : Who seeks secure to rule , be first her Care Each softer Virtue that adorns the Fair , Each tender Passion Man delights to find ...
... once he fires the Swain ; Or hope a Lover by your Faults to win , As Spots on Ermin beautify the Skin : Who seeks secure to rule , be first her Care Each softer Virtue that adorns the Fair , Each tender Passion Man delights to find ...
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Стр. 51 - 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, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Стр. 58 - The doubling drum with furious heat; And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Стр. 59 - Joy's ecstatic trial; He with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand addrest; But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best.
Стр. 59 - 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 a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Стр. 52 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams ! Or if chill blust'ring 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-discovered spires ! And hears their simple bell ! and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil...
Стр. 65 - 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.
Стр. 57 - 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. 69 - For him in vain his anxious wife shall wait, Or wander forth to meet him on his way; For him in vain, at to-fall of the day, His babes shall linger at. th' unclosing gate: Ah, ne'er shall he.
Стр. xvi - ... both writers of Odes ? it is odd enough, but each is the half of a considerable man, and one the counterpart of the other. The first has but little invention, very poetical choice of expression, and a good ear. The second, a fine fancy, modelled upon the antique, a bad ear, great variety of words, and images with no choice at all. They both deserve to last some years, but will not.
Стр. 51 - For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves 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. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.