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?"Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - 255 sider |
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... breath and song , because no lungs could exist between the earth's atmosphere and the empyrean . The Grecian tendency in this respect is safer than the Gothic ; nay , more imaginative ; for it enables us to imagine beyond imagination ...
... breath and song , because no lungs could exist between the earth's atmosphere and the empyrean . The Grecian tendency in this respect is safer than the Gothic ; nay , more imaginative ; for it enables us to imagine beyond imagination ...
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... breathing cold to taste ; Her golden locks , that late in tresses bright Embraided were for hindering of her haste , Now loose about her shoulders lay undight , And were with sweet ambrosia all besprinkled light Soon as she Venus saw ...
... breathing cold to taste ; Her golden locks , that late in tresses bright Embraided were for hindering of her haste , Now loose about her shoulders lay undight , And were with sweet ambrosia all besprinkled light Soon as she Venus saw ...
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... breath ? " Upon the top of all his lofty crest A bunch of hairs discolor'd diversely , With sprinkled pearl and gold full richly dress'd , Did shake and seem to dance for jollity . Like to an almond tree , ymounted high , On top of ...
... breath ? " Upon the top of all his lofty crest A bunch of hairs discolor'd diversely , With sprinkled pearl and gold full richly dress'd , Did shake and seem to dance for jollity . Like to an almond tree , ymounted high , On top of ...
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... ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! Pro . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may 112 SHAKSPEARE .
... ! a south - west blow on ye , And blister you all o'er ! Pro . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall , for that vast of night that they may 112 SHAKSPEARE .
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... breath To time , and mortal custom . - Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me ( if your art Can tell so much ) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in the kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . Mac . I will be satisfied ; deny me ...
... breath To time , and mortal custom . - Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me ( if your art Can tell so much ) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in the kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . Mac . I will be satisfied ; deny me ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Archimago Ariel Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge Correggio dance Dante delight Demogorgon divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy feeling fire flowers genius gentle golden goodly grace 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 play poem poet poetical poetry Porphyro pray Priam Proserpina 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 TITANIA tree truth unto verse versification wanton wind wings witch wood word writing young δε
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Side 221 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 195 - Through the dear might of Him that wallfd the waves : Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 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.
Side 188 - 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.
Side 220 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Side 123 - 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 254 - 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...
Side 178 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Side 252 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 243 - They glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall; Like phantoms to the iron porch they glide; Where lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl, With a huge empty flagon by his side: The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his hide, But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide:— The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ;— The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII. And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
Side 193 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done?