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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... woods and waters ; his gods and goddesses be only so many fair or frowning ladies and gentlemen , such as we see in ... wood - nymphs with faces of knotted oak ; his angels without breath and song , because no lungs could exist between ...
... woods and waters ; his gods and goddesses be only so many fair or frowning ladies and gentlemen , such as we see in ... wood - nymphs with faces of knotted oak ; his angels without breath and song , because no lungs could exist between ...
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... wood , Crept through the matted grass — a crystal flood , By which — an alabaster fountain stood ; And on the margent of the fount was laid— Attended by her slaves - a sleeping maid ; Like Dian and her nymphs - when , tir'd with sport ...
... wood , Crept through the matted grass — a crystal flood , By which — an alabaster fountain stood ; And on the margent of the fount was laid— Attended by her slaves - a sleeping maid ; Like Dian and her nymphs - when , tir'd with sport ...
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... wood- At once the wind was laid.l - The whispering sound Was dumb.l - A rising earthquake rock'd the ground . With deeper brown the grove was overspread— A sudden horror seiz'd his giddy head— And his ears tinkled - and his colour fled ...
... wood- At once the wind was laid.l - The whispering sound Was dumb.l - A rising earthquake rock'd the ground . With deeper brown the grove was overspread— A sudden horror seiz'd his giddy head— And his ears tinkled - and his colour fled ...
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... of importunate feeling ) ' Tis a month before the month of May , And the spring comes slowly up this way . The lovely lady , Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late , A WHAT IS POETRY ? 49.
... of importunate feeling ) ' Tis a month before the month of May , And the spring comes slowly up this way . The lovely lady , Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late , A WHAT IS POETRY ? 49.
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... wood so late , A furlong from the castle - gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away . She stole along , she nothing spoke , The ...
... wood so late , A furlong from the castle - gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away . She stole along , she nothing spoke , The ...
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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.