The Poetical Works of William Collins, Volumen1W. Pickering, 1830 - 150 páginas |
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... object was fame or profit , or both , which , in most instances , is the result of his labours . Various motives deter men from writing such a volume ; for , though quacks and charlatans readily become auto - biographers , and fill ...
... object was fame or profit , or both , which , in most instances , is the result of his labours . Various motives deter men from writing such a volume ; for , though quacks and charlatans readily become auto - biographers , and fill ...
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... objects he meditated . His mind was neither " broken nor confounded , " nor had he experienced the bitter pangs of neglect , when with the buoyancy of hope , and a full confidence in his extraordinary powers , he threw himself on the ...
... objects he meditated . His mind was neither " broken nor confounded , " nor had he experienced the bitter pangs of neglect , when with the buoyancy of hope , and a full confidence in his extraordinary powers , he threw himself on the ...
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... object for sympathy instead of censure ; and though few refuse their compas- sion to the confirmed lunatic , it is rare that the dreadful state of irresolution and misery , which sometimes exist for years before the fatal catas- trophe ...
... object for sympathy instead of censure ; and though few refuse their compas- sion to the confirmed lunatic , it is rare that the dreadful state of irresolution and misery , which sometimes exist for years before the fatal catas- trophe ...
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... objects : and I always understood , that not long after he died in confinement ; but when , or where , or where he was buried , I never knew . " Thus was lost to the world this unfortunate person , in the prime of life , without ...
... objects : and I always understood , that not long after he died in confinement ; but when , or where , or where he was buried , I never knew . " Thus was lost to the world this unfortunate person , in the prime of life , without ...
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... objects of his worldly ambition . He is said to have been puffed up by a vanity which prompted him to expect that all eyes would be upon him , and all voices lifted in his praise . Such was the conception of a vulgar observer of the ...
... objects of his worldly ambition . He is said to have been puffed up by a vanity which prompted him to expect that all eyes would be upon him , and all voices lifted in his praise . Such was the conception of a vulgar observer of the ...
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Abra admiration allegorical appear bard beautiful blank verse blest breathe character charm Chichester Circassia Collins's Colonel Martin CYMBELINE death delight demyship drest E'en Eclogues expression eyes fair fame Fancy Fear feel flowers fond genius grace Gray grief grove hair hand happy harmony hear heart honour hope hour imagery imagination inspired isle Johnson Joseph Warton lived lyre Magdalen College magic maid merit midst mind moral mountains mourn murmurs Muse myrtles native nature numbers nymph o'er Oxford passions pastoral Pity Pity's plain poems poet poet's poetical poetry pour'd Queen's College racter rage Richard Collins rove royal Abbas scene sentiment shade Shakespeare shepherds SIR THOMAS HANMER sister song Sophocles sound strain sublime sullen sung swain sweet taste tears tender thee Theocritus Thomas Warton Thomson thou thought tion toil truth vale VARIATIONS verse Warton wild William Collins writing youth
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Página 61 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, 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.
Página 60 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Página 87 - 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 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...
Página 50 - 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.
Página 9 - Schiraz' walls I bent my way." At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around, And wake to anguish with a burning wound. Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor, From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure!
Página 61 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. They would have thought who heard the strain. They saw in Tempe's...
Página lix - 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 ! Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She...
Página 49 - 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...
Página 110 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share, Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Página 63 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.