The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 стор. |
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... spirit of observation , and the moral sense , that more or less are implanted in the breast of every man . Hence the Essays and Epistles of POPE have been popular among all that read . A lively repre- sentation of the passions ...
... spirit of observation , and the moral sense , that more or less are implanted in the breast of every man . Hence the Essays and Epistles of POPE have been popular among all that read . A lively repre- sentation of the passions ...
Сторінка ix
... spirit and liberality of Mr. BOYDELL , that of a gallery of paintings to illus- trate the pieces of our great Dramatist , is here first proposed to the public . The subjects are particu- larly pointed out , Coriolanus reluctantly ...
... spirit and liberality of Mr. BOYDELL , that of a gallery of paintings to illus- trate the pieces of our great Dramatist , is here first proposed to the public . The subjects are particu- larly pointed out , Coriolanus reluctantly ...
Сторінка xviii
... spirit of pure Poetry . Their beginning is commonly abrupt and bold ; often a spirited apostrophe : " Thou to whom the world unknown " With all its shadowy shapes is shewn ! " Sometimes it is in the interrogative ; " Who shall awake the ...
... spirit of pure Poetry . Their beginning is commonly abrupt and bold ; often a spirited apostrophe : " Thou to whom the world unknown " With all its shadowy shapes is shewn ! " Sometimes it is in the interrogative ; " Who shall awake the ...
Сторінка xxxv
... spirit seems to have been wounded with the contem- plation of the miseries of his race . The image of Peace escaping to the skies , and just saving her hair from the furious grasp of her enemy , is appropriate and beautiful , 66 ...
... spirit seems to have been wounded with the contem- plation of the miseries of his race . The image of Peace escaping to the skies , and just saving her hair from the furious grasp of her enemy , is appropriate and beautiful , 66 ...
Сторінка xl
... spirit of allego- rical fancy . The break in the next line has a fine effect ; it seems to show Revenge entering like a stern conqueror through a breach : the doubling drum , the sword thrown in thunder down , and the strained eyeball ...
... spirit of allego- rical fancy . The break in the next line has a fine effect ; it seems to show Revenge entering like a stern conqueror through a breach : the doubling drum , the sword thrown in thunder down , and the strained eyeball ...
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The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With a Prefatory Essay William Collins Повний перегляд - 1797 |
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Abra lov'd AGIB allegory ANTISTROPHE bade that Crook bard beautiful blest breathing Cadell & Davies charm Circassia COLLINS Coriolanus crook and bleating CYMBELINE delight deserts dreary drest drooping Druid dwell ECLOGUE English language EPODE ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fated Fear fix'd flowers gentle Georgian maid Greece green grief grove hair hand haste haunt hear heart Hebrides ideas inspir'd isle join'd Julius Cæsar lyre magic maid like Abra melt midst mind mountains mourn Muse Music myrtles native Nature numbers nymph o'er OLD BAILEY pale passions Peace piece Pity plains Poem Poet poet's POETICAL Poetry possest pour'd Published by Cadell rage round scene Schiraz SECANDER shade shadowy shepherds shore shriek sighs SIR THOMAS HANMER soft song sorrow sound spear spirit springs sung swain sweet sword tears tender thee thou thought thro toil train truth vale western isle wild winds world unknown
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Сторінка 99 - 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. No...
Сторінка 82 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Сторінка 79 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Сторінка 9 - Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow ; Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Сторінка 46 - 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.
Сторінка 66 - 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...
Сторінка 67 - 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: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit...
Сторінка 81 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Сторінка 83 - 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 an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Сторінка 86 - 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. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid, Why, Goddess! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside...