The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - 135 עמודים |
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עמוד iii
... BY WALTER C. BRONSON , A.M. PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN BROWN UNIVERSITY BOSTON , U.S.A. GINN & COMPANY , PUBLISHERS The Athenæum Press COPYRIGHT , 1898 , BY WALTER C. BRONSON ALL RIGHTS 1898 Athenæum Press Series.
... BY WALTER C. BRONSON , A.M. PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN BROWN UNIVERSITY BOSTON , U.S.A. GINN & COMPANY , PUBLISHERS The Athenæum Press COPYRIGHT , 1898 , BY WALTER C. BRONSON ALL RIGHTS 1898 Athenæum Press Series.
עמוד viii
... Professor A. S. Napier , all of Oxford University , - for transcripts of the university records regarding Collins and for other courtesies ; to Professor Frank M. Bronson , of the Academy of Chicago University , for the translations ...
... Professor A. S. Napier , all of Oxford University , - for transcripts of the university records regarding Collins and for other courtesies ; to Professor Frank M. Bronson , of the Academy of Chicago University , for the translations ...
עמוד xxi
... Professor of Music in Oxford University . ee Sir , 3 " Mr. Blackstone , of Winchester , some time since informed me of the honour you had done me at Oxford last summer ; for which I return you my sincere thanks . I have another · 1 The ...
... Professor of Music in Oxford University . ee Sir , 3 " Mr. Blackstone , of Winchester , some time since informed me of the honour you had done me at Oxford last summer ; for which I return you my sincere thanks . I have another · 1 The ...
עמוד lvi
... Professor Phelps has remarked , " it struck a new note in English verse , " and was " the first important poem " in that branch of Romanticism which dealt with native supersti- tions or Teutonic mythology . " As it was , we can do ...
... Professor Phelps has remarked , " it struck a new note in English verse , " and was " the first important poem " in that branch of Romanticism which dealt with native supersti- tions or Teutonic mythology . " As it was , we can do ...
עמוד 95
... Professor of Poetry in the University of Oxford , London , 1737 , p . 81 . 126. destin'd , i.e. , by Coriolanus to suffer the fury of war ; cf. 11. 123 , 124 in the text of 1743 . 127 , 128 . scene . The lines are not quite true to the ...
... Professor of Poetry in the University of Oxford , London , 1737 , p . 81 . 126. destin'd , i.e. , by Coriolanus to suffer the fury of war ; cf. 11. 123 , 124 in the text of 1743 . 127 , 128 . scene . The lines are not quite true to the ...
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עמוד 60 - 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.
עמוד 64 - Nature's child, again adieu! The genial meads, assigned to bless Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom, Their hinds and shepherd-girls shall dress With simple hands thy rural tomb. Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes: 'O! vales and wild woods,' shall he say, 'In yonder grave your Druid lies!' (>749) 256 An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, Considered as the Subject of Poetry HOME, thou return's!
עמוד 57 - 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.
עמוד 53 - 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.
עמוד 78 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
עמוד 70 - Or thither where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest. No slaves revere them, and no wars invade : Yet frequent now, at midnight's solemn hour...
עמוד 52 - 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...
עמוד 99 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
עמוד 58 - 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.
עמוד 52 - Whose numbers stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing...