Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical notices [&c.].Smith, Elder, and Company, 1845 - 345 sider |
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... Agnes ) are repeated in the present volume . All the rest of the matter contributed by him is new . He does not expect , of course , that every reader will agree with the preferences of particular lines or passages , intimated by the ...
... Agnes ) are repeated in the present volume . All the rest of the matter contributed by him is new . He does not expect , of course , that every reader will agree with the preferences of particular lines or passages , intimated by the ...
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... AGNES . LONELY SOUNDS • Page . 293 .298 305 . 305 . 305 . 306 . 307 . 307 . 308 . 311 · 312 ORION · CIRCE AND HER VICTIMS A BETTER ENCHANTRESS IMPRISONED IN THE SHAPE OF A . 317 . 338 . 338 .338 SERPENT · SATURN DETHRONED · · • 339 ...
... AGNES . LONELY SOUNDS • Page . 293 .298 305 . 305 . 305 . 306 . 307 . 307 . 308 . 311 · 312 ORION · CIRCE AND HER VICTIMS A BETTER ENCHANTRESS IMPRISONED IN THE SHAPE OF A . 317 . 338 . 338 .338 SERPENT · SATURN DETHRONED · · • 339 ...
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... , in resolving to be free from all critical trammels , had no versification ; and his last noble fragment , Hyperion , is not faultless , -but it is nearly so . The Eve of St. Agnes betrays morbidity only in one KEATS . 313.
... , in resolving to be free from all critical trammels , had no versification ; and his last noble fragment , Hyperion , is not faultless , -but it is nearly so . The Eve of St. Agnes betrays morbidity only in one KEATS . 313.
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... Agnes still appears to me the most delightful and complete specimen of his genius . It stands mid - way between his most sensitive ones ( which , though of rare beauty , occasionally sink into feebleness ) and the less generally ...
... Agnes still appears to me the most delightful and complete specimen of his genius . It stands mid - way between his most sensitive ones ( which , though of rare beauty , occasionally sink into feebleness ) and the less generally ...
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... Agnes there is nothing of the conventional craft of artificial writers ; no heaping up of words or similes for their own sakes or the rhyme's sake ; no gaudy common - places ; no borrowed airs of earnestness ; no tricks of inversion ...
... Agnes there is nothing of the conventional craft of artificial writers ; no heaping up of words or similes for their own sakes or the rhyme's sake ; no gaudy common - places ; no borrowed airs of earnestness ; no tricks of inversion ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Archimago Ariel Ariosto Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge Correggio dance Dante delight divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy feeling fire flowers genius gentle golden goodly grace hair 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 Priam queen reader rhyme round satyrs sense Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprite stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine tears thee Theoph thine things thou art thought tion TITANIA Titian tree truth unto verse versification voice wanton wind wings witch wood word writing young δε
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Side 189 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Side 170 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Side 248 - 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.
Side 264 - 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' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Side 256 - 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.
Side 122 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Side 315 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Side 323 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Side 158 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Side 322 - 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.