Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative of Those First Requisites of Their Art, with Markings of the Best Passages, Critical Notices of the Writers, and an Essay in Answer to the Question "What is Poetry?"Smith, Elder & Company, 1891 - 315 Seiten |
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... delight- ful allegory , and Pope's paragon of mock - heroics , would have been found in this volume , but for that intentional , artificial imitation , even in the former , which removes them at too great a distance from the highest ...
... delight- ful allegory , and Pope's paragon of mock - heroics , would have been found in this volume , but for that intentional , artificial imitation , even in the former , which removes them at too great a distance from the highest ...
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... delight of poetic readers . And as feeling is the earliest teacher , and perception the only final proof of things the most demonstrable by science , so the remotest imaginations of the poets may often be found to have the closest ...
... delight of poetic readers . And as feeling is the earliest teacher , and perception the only final proof of things the most demonstrable by science , so the remotest imaginations of the poets may often be found to have the closest ...
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... delights as much to people nature with smiling ideal sympathies , as wit does to bring antipathies together , and make them strike light on absurdity . Fancy , however , is not incapable of sympathy with Imagination . She is often found ...
... delights as much to people nature with smiling ideal sympathies , as wit does to bring antipathies together , and make them strike light on absurdity . Fancy , however , is not incapable of sympathy with Imagination . She is often found ...
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... delighted equally to ruie and to obey . Verse is the final proof to the poet that his mastery over his art is complete . It is the shutting up of his powers in " measureful content ; " the answer of form to his spirit ; of strength and ...
... delighted equally to ruie and to obey . Verse is the final proof to the poet that his mastery over his art is complete . It is the shutting up of his powers in " measureful content ; " the answer of form to his spirit ; of strength and ...
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... delightful . Their greatness proves itself by the same truth of nature , and sustained power , though in a different way . Their action is not so crowded and weighty ; their sphere has more territories less fertile ; but it has enchant ...
... delightful . Their greatness proves itself by the same truth of nature , and sustained power , though in a different way . Their action is not so crowded and weighty ; their sphere has more territories less fertile ; but it has enchant ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Ariel Ariosto Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge dance Dante delight divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes fair fairy Fairy Queen fancy feeling fire flowers genius gentle golden goodly grace Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hecate imagination lady light live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton moon Morpheus mortal nature never night o'er OBERON pain painted Painter passage passion poem poet poetical poetry Porphyro pray Priam Proserpina Queen reader rhyme round satyrs sense Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprites stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine tears thee Theoph thine things thou art thought TITANIA Titian tree truth unto verse versification wanton wind wings witch wood word writing young δὲ καὶ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 212 - Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Seite 258 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw; It was an Abyssinian maid. And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Seite 229 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Seite 234 - Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Seite 238 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 221 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Seite 150 - Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Seite 220 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Seite 237 - How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold ! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers...
Seite 230 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.