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, 1883 - 315 Seiten |
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... head when it is cut off , sometimes by the hair , some- times by the nose ! This , which would be purely childish and ridiculous in the hands of an inferior poet , becomes interesting , nay grand , in Ariosto's , from the beauties of ...
... head when it is cut off , sometimes by the hair , some- times by the nose ! This , which would be purely childish and ridiculous in the hands of an inferior poet , becomes interesting , nay grand , in Ariosto's , from the beauties of ...
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... φῶτες ἄριστοι ̓Αμφὶ σφοῖς ὀχέεσσι καὶ ἔγχεσιν . -Iliad , lib . xviii . vv . 203–231 . But up Achilles rose , the lov'd of heaven ; And Pallas on his mighty shoulders cast The shield of Jove ; and round about his head WHAT IS POETRY ? 19.
... φῶτες ἄριστοι ̓Αμφὶ σφοῖς ὀχέεσσι καὶ ἔγχεσιν . -Iliad , lib . xviii . vv . 203–231 . But up Achilles rose , the lov'd of heaven ; And Pallas on his mighty shoulders cast The shield of Jove ; and round about his head WHAT IS POETRY ? 19.
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... head She put the glory of a golden mist , From which there burnt a fiery - flaming light . And as , when smoke goes heaven - ward from a town , In some far island which its foes besiege , Who all day long with dreadful martialness Have ...
... head She put the glory of a golden mist , From which there burnt a fiery - flaming light . And as , when smoke goes heaven - ward from a town , In some far island which its foes besiege , Who all day long with dreadful martialness Have ...
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... head and his grey chin . " Observe the exquisite introduction of this last word . It paints the touching fact of the chin's being imploringly thrown upward by the kneeling old man , and the very motion of his beard as he speaks.- " Ὣς ...
... head and his grey chin . " Observe the exquisite introduction of this last word . It paints the touching fact of the chin's being imploringly thrown upward by the kneeling old man , and the very motion of his beard as he speaks.- " Ὣς ...
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... head and his grey chin . O lovely and immortal privilege of genius ! that can stretch its hand out of the wastes of time , thousands of years back , and touch our eyelids with tears . In these passages there is not a word which a man of ...
... head and his grey chin . O lovely and immortal privilege of genius ! that can stretch its hand out of the wastes of time , thousands of years back , and touch our eyelids with tears . In these passages there is not a word which a man of ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Ariel Ariosto Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge dance Dante Decker delight divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes fair fairy Fairy Queen fancy feeling fire flowers garden genius gentle Geta golden goodly grace hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hecate hence imagination lady light live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton moon Morpheus mortal nature never night o'er OBERON painted Painter passage passion play poem poet poetical poetry Porphyro pray Priam Proserpina Queen reader rhyme round Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprite stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine tears thee Theoph thine things thou art thought TITANIA Titian tree truth unto verse versification voice wanton wind wings witch wood word writing young δὲ καὶ
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Seite 285 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 227 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Seite 250 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Seite 304 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Seite 223 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell 170 Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 228 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
Seite 229 - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies...
Seite 214 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Seite 220 - But first and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation ; And the mute silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night...
Seite 141 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...