The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - 135 עמודים |
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עמוד xiii
... Persian Eclogues , which Joseph Warton says were written at Winchester , when Collins was about seventeen years of age . Of the poet's scholarship at this period there is no very certain evidence , but it seems probable that he was a ...
... Persian Eclogues , which Joseph Warton says were written at Winchester , when Collins was about seventeen years of age . Of the poet's scholarship at this period there is no very certain evidence , but it seems probable that he was a ...
עמוד xxxiii
... Persian Eclogues , which , however inaccurate , excel any in our language , is still alive ; happy , if insensible of our neglect , not raging at our ingrati- 1 See Appendix , B. 2 See Appendix , B , for more extended quotations from ...
... Persian Eclogues , which , however inaccurate , excel any in our language , is still alive ; happy , if insensible of our neglect , not raging at our ingrati- 1 See Appendix , B. 2 See Appendix , B , for more extended quotations from ...
עמוד xlii
... Persia , from which Collins got his inspiration , although sensible and mildly interesting , is not imaginative or picturesque ; and Collins showed that he was greatly athirst by sucking from it as much romance as he did . But even if ...
... Persia , from which Collins got his inspiration , although sensible and mildly interesting , is not imaginative or picturesque ; and Collins showed that he was greatly athirst by sucking from it as much romance as he did . But even if ...
עמוד xliii
... Persian monarch , might have been an English gentleman except for a little initial despotism in his manner of appropriating the rustic Abra . The fine opportunities for pictorial effect in the second eclogue are imperfectly developed ...
... Persian monarch , might have been an English gentleman except for a little initial despotism in his manner of appropriating the rustic Abra . The fine opportunities for pictorial effect in the second eclogue are imperfectly developed ...
עמוד l
... Persian Eclogues were written , Collins must already have learned to know and love the sights and sounds of evening ; but he had not yet felt that it was worth while , in poetry , to try to paint the appearances of nature as faithfully ...
... Persian Eclogues were written , Collins must already have learned to know and love the sights and sounds of evening ; but he had not yet felt that it was worth while , in poetry , to try to paint the appearances of nature as faithfully ...
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עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 80 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.