The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - 135 עמודים |
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עמוד xxvi
... wild agitation , with more composed intervals in which the patient exhibits much self- control and mental clearness . It is probable that the poet's debilitated physical condition during his last years was due to his mental disease ...
... wild agitation , with more composed intervals in which the patient exhibits much self- control and mental clearness . It is probable that the poet's debilitated physical condition during his last years was due to his mental disease ...
עמוד xxxiv
... wild sublimity of fancy , and a felicity of expression so extraordinary that it might be supposed to be suggested by some superior power . " If this is not criticism , at least it is rapture . The reviewer goes on to say that Collins ...
... wild sublimity of fancy , and a felicity of expression so extraordinary that it might be supposed to be suggested by some superior power . " If this is not criticism , at least it is rapture . The reviewer goes on to say that Collins ...
עמוד xlii
... wild than wooden ; for there is much that is conventional , not only in the style and verse , but even in the subject - matter and spirit . A didactic motive is apparent throughout , as in the handling of similar material by Addison and ...
... wild than wooden ; for there is much that is conventional , not only in the style and verse , but even in the subject - matter and spirit . A didactic motive is apparent throughout , as in the handling of similar material by Addison and ...
עמוד l
... 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 . At the time when the Persian Eclogues were written , Collins ...
... 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 . At the time when the Persian Eclogues were written , Collins ...
עמוד lxxvi
... wild and local , the language correct , and the versification harmonious . . . . With what strength of colouring is the beginning of this piece [ the second eclogue ] wrought up ! ... We are much mistaken , if , in this little ...
... wild and local , the language correct , and the versification harmonious . . . . With what strength of colouring is the beginning of this piece [ the second eclogue ] wrought up ! ... We are much mistaken , if , in this little ...
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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...