Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical notices [&c.].Smith, Elder, and Company, 1845 - 345 sider |
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... lord of folded arms , The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , & c . Love's Labour Lost , Act iii . sc . 1 . That is fancy ; -a combination of images not in their nature connected , or brought together by the feeling , but by the ...
... lord of folded arms , The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , & c . Love's Labour Lost , Act iii . sc . 1 . That is fancy ; -a combination of images not in their nature connected , or brought together by the feeling , but by the ...
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... lord , How does he find in cruel heart to hate Her that him lov'd , and ever most ador'd As the god of my life ? Why hath he me abhorr'd ? See the whole stanza , with a note upon it , in the present volume . The abuse of strength is ...
... lord , How does he find in cruel heart to hate Her that him lov'd , and ever most ador'd As the god of my life ? Why hath he me abhorr'd ? See the whole stanza , with a note upon it , in the present volume . The abuse of strength is ...
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... lords of ladies intellectual , Inform us truly , -haven't they hen - peck'd you all ? The sweepingness of the assumption completes the flowing breadth of effect . Dryden confessed that a rhyme often gave him a thought . Probably the ...
... lords of ladies intellectual , Inform us truly , -haven't they hen - peck'd you all ? The sweepingness of the assumption completes the flowing breadth of effect . Dryden confessed that a rhyme often gave him a thought . Probably the ...
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... Lord of life and light : A bold bad man , that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon , prince of darkness and dead night ; At which Cocytus quakes , and Styx is put to flight . And forth he call'd out of deep darkness dread Legions of ...
... Lord of life and light : A bold bad man , that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon , prince of darkness and dead night ; At which Cocytus quakes , and Styx is put to flight . And forth he call'd out of deep darkness dread Legions of ...
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... lord , where he him left afore . 1 Welled forth alway . The modulation of this charming stanza is exqui- site . Let us divide it into its we have been hearing : - : - pauses , and see what A little lowly hermitage it was Down in a dale ...
... lord , where he him left afore . 1 Welled forth alway . The modulation of this charming stanza is exqui- site . Let us divide it into its we have been hearing : - : - pauses , and see what A little lowly hermitage it was Down in a dale ...
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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.