The Poems of William CollinsGinn, 1898 - 135 Seiten |
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... sound in my ears : - ' How sleep the brave , ' etc. " 2 The European Magazine , August , 1785 . 3 Critical Essays , by John Scott , London , The letter is signed " X. " 1785 , p . 184 . entitle Collins to an indisputable preeminence ...
... sound in my ears : - ' How sleep the brave , ' etc. " 2 The European Magazine , August , 1785 . 3 Critical Essays , by John Scott , London , The letter is signed " X. " 1785 , p . 184 . entitle Collins to an indisputable preeminence ...
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... 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 as possible , and that in fact anything else in descriptions of nature was hardly worth doing at ...
... 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 as possible , and that in fact anything else in descriptions of nature was hardly worth doing at ...
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... sound imagination glows " and the verse " fills the impas- sioned heart and wins the harmonious ear . " Here is advance indeed since the days of the Persian Eclogues , when Hassan's camels were hitched to the dog - cart of a prudential ...
... sound imagination glows " and the verse " fills the impas- sioned heart and wins the harmonious ear . " Here is advance indeed since the days of the Persian Eclogues , when Hassan's camels were hitched to the dog - cart of a prudential ...
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... sounds and colours bold . " An instance occurs in the third stanza : ee At ev'ry pause , before thy mind possest , Old Runic bards shall seem to rise around , With uncouth lyres , in many - colour'd vest , Their matted hair with boughs ...
... sounds and colours bold . " An instance occurs in the third stanza : ee At ev'ry pause , before thy mind possest , Old Runic bards shall seem to rise around , With uncouth lyres , in many - colour'd vest , Their matted hair with boughs ...
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... lage and Gray's Elegy , the Ode to Evening is yet like them in embodying in exquisite form sights , sounds , and feelings 1 See Appendix , A. 2 See p . xxxvi . - - of such permanent beauty that age cannot wither lxii INTRODUCTION .
... lage and Gray's Elegy , the Ode to Evening is yet like them in embodying in exquisite form sights , sounds , and feelings 1 See Appendix , A. 2 See p . xxxvi . - - of such permanent beauty that age cannot wither lxii INTRODUCTION .
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Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 78 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 52 - Whose numbers stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing...