The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins: With Memoirs of the Author; and Observations on His Genius and WritingsT. Becket and P. A. Dehondt, 1765 - 166 páginas |
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... pastoral song , May hope , chafte Eve , to foothe thy modeft ear , Like thy own folemn springs , Thy fprings , and dying gales , O Nymph referv'd , while now the bright hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whofe cloudy fkirts , With ...
... pastoral song , May hope , chafte Eve , to foothe thy modeft ear , Like thy own folemn springs , Thy fprings , and dying gales , O Nymph referv'd , while now the bright hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whofe cloudy fkirts , With ...
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... pastoral . The tender passion , how- ever , feems to be effential to this fpecies of poe- try , and is hardly ever excluded from those pieces that were intended to come under this deno- mination even in thofe eclogues of the Ame- bean ...
... pastoral . The tender passion , how- ever , feems to be effential to this fpecies of poe- try , and is hardly ever excluded from those pieces that were intended to come under this deno- mination even in thofe eclogues of the Ame- bean ...
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... pastoral imagery from the poetical paffages of those books . — I think it can hardly be doubted that the Sicilian poet had in his eye certain expreffions of the prophet Isaiah , when he wrote the following lines . Νυν τα μεν φορεοίε ...
... pastoral imagery from the poetical paffages of those books . — I think it can hardly be doubted that the Sicilian poet had in his eye certain expreffions of the prophet Isaiah , when he wrote the following lines . Νυν τα μεν φορεοίε ...
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... pastoral → " She is like the rifing of the golden morning , " when the night departeth , and when the " winter is over and gone . She resembleth the " cyprefs in the garden , the horse in the chariots " of Theffaly . " These figures ...
... pastoral → " She is like the rifing of the golden morning , " when the night departeth , and when the " winter is over and gone . She resembleth the " cyprefs in the garden , the horse in the chariots " of Theffaly . " These figures ...
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... and even in his third eclogue , where the fubject is of a fimilar nature , he has chosen rather to follow the mode of the Doric and the Latian pastoral . H THE THE scenery and subjects then of the fol- lowing eclogues [ 113 ]
... and even in his third eclogue , where the fubject is of a fimilar nature , he has chosen rather to follow the mode of the Doric and the Latian pastoral . H THE THE scenery and subjects then of the fol- lowing eclogues [ 113 ]
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Abra allegorical beautiful bleft breathe Britiſh charm circumftances COLLINS compofition defcribed defcription Deferted delight deſpair diftinguiſhed dreft Druid ECLOGUE Epithalamium expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame Fancy fcenes Fear feems fentiment fhade fhall fhed fhepherds fhrine fide fighs fimple fimplicity firſt flowers foft folemn fome fometimes fong fons foothing fpecies fprings ftill ftrain fubjects fuch fullen fung fwain fweet fword genius gentleft Georgian Greece grief grove hair heart himſelf imagery iſle laft laſt lov'd maid meaſure midft moft moſt mufic mufing Muſe myrtles nature numbers nymph o'er obfervable ODE ODE ORIENTAL ECLOGUES paffions paftoral Pity plain pleaſure poems poet poet's poetical poetry Polynices reaſon reſpectable royal Abbas ſcene Schiraz ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould SIR THOMAS HANMER ſpirit Strabo ſweet tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro uſe vale verfe watchet whofe whoſe wild wizzard youth
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Página 33 - ECLOGUE IV. AGIB AND SECANDER; i*» THE FUGITIVES. SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA. TIME, MIDNIGHT. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd, Each swain was blest, for every maid was kind...
Página 53 - 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Página 79 - 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.
Página 151 - Vengeance, in the lurid air, Lifts her red arm, expos'd and bare : On whom that ravening brood of Fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait : Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee ? EPODE.
Página 170 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 120 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Página 178 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Página 96 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast 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.
Página 81 - 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.
Página 44 - Brood of fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait ; Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee? EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice Silent and pale in wild amazement hung.