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Ode to Evening by: William Collins

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Transcript of Ode to Evening by: William Collins

Born in Chichester, England on Dec. 25, 1921
Father served as mayor
He enrolled in Winchester College at age 11
where he began publishing poems
Moved to London, England
left due to debt problems
Developed metal health issues
Died on June 12, 1759 at age 37

About the Author
Ode to Evening by: William Collins
Ode to Evening- published in 1746
Addressed to a goddess figure representing evening
52 line poem, in 13 stanzas
has no rhyme scheme
split into couplets of iambic pentameter iambic trimiter
About the Poem
Poem
IF aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,
Like thy own solemn springs,
Thy springs and dying gales;
Stanza 1
refers to eve a modest nymph
transition time between light and dark
sun sits in tent
cloudy skirts
some light is let through, but not much
O nymph reserved, while now the bright-hair'd sun
Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,
With brede ethereal wove,
O'erhang his wavy bed:
Very quiet out
only noises are the squeak of bats and rustle of beatles
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,
rises with Eve's heedless hum
narrator wants her to teach him to sing a "strain" like she does
strain is a section of musical expression
As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path
Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:
Now teach me, maid composed,
To breathe some soften'd strain,
her melodies move quietly through darkening valleys
again showing that evening is the transition between light and dark
her song does not upset the stillness of the valley
narrator hails his love through meditation
Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale,
May not unseemly with its stillness suit,
As musing slow, I hail
Thy genial loved return!
Too long for this bubble:
http://www.bartleby.com/101/459.html

Addressed to a goddess figure representing evening
Eve in relation to bible Eve; being an object of beauty but yet flawed
Wants "Eve" to sing him a song, if there is one acceptable for this time of day
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,
when the stars begin to appear
a warning lamp that night is coming
elves who have slept through the day begin stir
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:
the nymphs too begin to rise
wipes dew off themselves
sweet pleasures are brought by the "shadow car"
night
Then lead, calm votaress, where some sheety lake
Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallow'd pile, Or upland fallows grey
Reflect its last cool gleam.
narrator wants Eve to lead to a calm lake
or a fallow flat land
stay until the last gleam of the star leaves
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,
when there is chill wind and hard rain, he wants a hut on a mountain side
wants to view swelling streams
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.
also wants to see small villages with their distant spires
but wants to be able to hear their bells
wants to see this as Eve's gradual dusk sets over them
While Spring shall pour his show'rs, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!
While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingering light;
while spring pours down rain and soaks Eve's long hair
while summer shows lingering light
While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves,
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes:
autumn will fill Eve's lap with leaves
winter ruins shrinks your trian and covers her robe
referring to snow blanketing the landscape
So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rose-lipp'd Health
Thy gentlest influence own,
And hymn thy favourite name!
the one who frequently visits the woods shall have friendship and great help
he is influenced by Eve
his favorite him is is no one Eve sings, but Eve's name
Bibliography:
http://romanticlover93.blogspot.com/2013/04/ode-to-evening.html
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/william-collins
http://rufusonline.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-to-evening-william-collins.html
http://www.bartleby.com/101/459.html
(yes, it's finally over)
Quizlet:
http://quizlet.com/43272878/ode-to-evening-flash-cards/
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