The Poetical Works of Mr. William CollinsT. Cadell, Jun. and W. Davies, 1802 - 124 oldal |
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xiv. oldal
... language of passion . There seems also a small impropriety in Hassan's bearing the cruise of water himself , when he was master of laden camels . The subject of the next Eclogue is truly pastoral , A young shepherdess making garlands of ...
... language of passion . There seems also a small impropriety in Hassan's bearing the cruise of water himself , when he was master of laden camels . The subject of the next Eclogue is truly pastoral , A young shepherdess making garlands of ...
xviii. oldal
... language is highly figurative , sometimes ob- scure ! the measure is various ; the versification in general easy and flowing , and in many passages wrought up to all the harmony the English language is capable of exhibiting . The first ...
... language is highly figurative , sometimes ob- scure ! the measure is various ; the versification in general easy and flowing , and in many passages wrought up to all the harmony the English language is capable of exhibiting . The first ...
xxix. oldal
... language . It may be ob- served , however , that the Author is obliged to MILTON'S Comus , for some of his images ; the green navel of our isle . " Within the navel of this hideous wood . " Comus . " And see like gems her laughing train ...
... language . It may be ob- served , however , that the Author is obliged to MILTON'S Comus , for some of his images ; the green navel of our isle . " Within the navel of this hideous wood . " Comus . " And see like gems her laughing train ...
xxxi. oldal
... language will bear verse without rhyme in the ten - syllable Heroic measure , and even possesses many pieces of that kind which are admired for the harmony of their cadence , it has been the opinion of many that blank verse might also ...
... language will bear verse without rhyme in the ten - syllable Heroic measure , and even possesses many pieces of that kind which are admired for the harmony of their cadence , it has been the opinion of many that blank verse might also ...
xxxiii. oldal
... language does not naturally run into these measures , and the genius of a language cannot be forced . Those who think no practice can have the stamp of taste which has not the sanction of the ancients , will continue to inveigh against ...
... language does not naturally run into these measures , and the genius of a language cannot be forced . Those who think no practice can have the stamp of taste which has not the sanction of the ancients , will continue to inveigh against ...
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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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99. oldal - 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...
82. oldal - 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...
79. oldal - 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...
9. oldal - 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
46. oldal - 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.
66. oldal - 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...
67. oldal - 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...
81. oldal - 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...
83. oldal - 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.
86. oldal - 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...