The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - Всего страниц: 135 |
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... Sophocles ; Fear the chief inspiration of Greek tragedy . The Ode on the Poetical Character was printed in the original edition without divisional headings , although the epode and the antistrophe were indicated by the figures 2 and 3 ...
... Sophocles ; Fear the chief inspiration of Greek tragedy . The Ode on the Poetical Character was printed in the original edition without divisional headings , although the epode and the antistrophe were indicated by the figures 2 and 3 ...
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... after line , our pitying eyes o'erflow , 27 . To Rome remov'd , with equal pow'r to please , 1 The Edipus of Sophocles . - C . -1743 . -1743 . -1743 . As Arts expir'd , resistless Dullness rose ; - Goths 26 POEMS OF WILLIAM COLLINS . 26.
... after line , our pitying eyes o'erflow , 27 . To Rome remov'd , with equal pow'r to please , 1 The Edipus of Sophocles . - C . -1743 . -1743 . -1743 . As Arts expir'd , resistless Dullness rose ; - Goths 26 POEMS OF WILLIAM COLLINS . 26.
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... Sophocles , that he was the greater master of the tender passions , ἤν τραγικώτερος . - C. 2 The river Arun runs by the village in Sussex , where Otway had his birth . - C . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Come , Pity , come ! By Fancy's aid , ODE TO PITY.
... Sophocles , that he was the greater master of the tender passions , ἤν τραγικώτερος . - C. 2 The river Arun runs by the village in Sussex , where Otway had his birth . - C . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Come , Pity , come ! By Fancy's aid , ODE TO PITY.
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... trace , Where thou and Furies shar'd the baleful grove ? 1 Alluding to the Kúvas ȧþúктous of Sophocles . See the Electra . — C. 2 Æschylus . - C . 35 30 20 25 15 IO Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' incestuous queen1 Sigh'd ODES . 3377.
... trace , Where thou and Furies shar'd the baleful grove ? 1 Alluding to the Kúvas ȧþúктous of Sophocles . See the Electra . — C. 2 Æschylus . - C . 35 30 20 25 15 IO Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' incestuous queen1 Sigh'd ODES . 3377.
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... ; φθέγμα δ ̓ ἐξαίφνης τινὸς θώϋξεν αὐτόν , ὥστε πάντας ὀρθίας Στῆσαι φόβῳ δείσαντας ἐξαίφνης τρίχας . See the Edip . Colon . of Sophocles . — C. 60 . O thou whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of 38 POEMS OF WILLIAM COLLINS .
... ; φθέγμα δ ̓ ἐξαίφνης τινὸς θώϋξεν αὐτόν , ὥστε πάντας ὀρθίας Στῆσαι φόβῳ δείσαντας ἐξαίφνης τρίχας . See the Edip . Colon . of Sophocles . — C. 60 . O thou whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of 38 POEMS OF WILLIAM COLLINS .
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Стр. 62 - 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. 83 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Стр. 99 - ... bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give; And I with thee will choose to live.
Стр. 59 - 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. Next Anger rush'd; his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings; In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Стр. 60 - And, ever and anon, he beat 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 unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Стр. 55 - 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. 80 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Стр. 54 - 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. 44 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 6 - 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 red-breast 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.