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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... rich yellow of the stamens . I have no desire to push this similarity farther than it may be worth . Enough has been stated to show that , in poetical as in other analogies , " the same feet of Nature , " as Bacon says , may be seen 4 ...
... rich yellow of the stamens . I have no desire to push this similarity farther than it may be worth . Enough has been stated to show that , in poetical as in other analogies , " the same feet of Nature , " as Bacon says , may be seen 4 ...
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... rich in books to endure it . Even true poets have died of this Writer's Evil . Trifling ones have survived , with scarcely any pretensions but the terseness of their trifles . What hope can remain for wordy medioc1ty ? Let the ...
... rich in books to endure it . Even true poets have died of this Writer's Evil . Trifling ones have survived , with scarcely any pretensions but the terseness of their trifles . What hope can remain for wordy medioc1ty ? Let the ...
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... rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; From her kennel beneath the rock She maketh answer to the clock , Four for the quarters ånd twelve för the hoùr , Ever and aye , by shine and shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud : Some ...
... rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; From her kennel beneath the rock She maketh answer to the clock , Four for the quarters ånd twelve för the hoùr , Ever and aye , by shine and shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud : Some ...
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... rich metal loaded every rift , That heavy ruin they did seem to threat , And over them Arachne high did lift Her cunning web , and spread her subtle net , Enwrapped in foul smoke and clouds more black than jet . Both roof , and floor ...
... rich metal loaded every rift , That heavy ruin they did seem to threat , And over them Arachne high did lift Her cunning web , and spread her subtle net , Enwrapped in foul smoke and clouds more black than jet . Both roof , and floor ...
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... . Then Mammon , turning to that warrior , said : " Lo here the worldè's bliss ! lo here the end , To which all men do aim , rich to be made ! Such grace now to be happy is before thee laid . " " Certes , " said he , " I n'ill SPENSER . 79.
... . Then Mammon , turning to that warrior , said : " Lo here the worldè's bliss ! lo here the end , To which all men do aim , rich to be made ! Such grace now to be happy is before thee laid . " " Certes , " said he , " I n'ill SPENSER . 79.
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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.