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, 1845 - 345 страница |
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... am much more wretched , and have borne What never mortal bore , I think , on earth , To lift unto my lips the hand of him Who slew my boys . He ceased ; and there arose Sharp longing in Achilles 18 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... am much more wretched , and have borne What never mortal bore , I think , on earth , To lift unto my lips the hand of him Who slew my boys . He ceased ; and there arose Sharp longing in Achilles 18 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
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... Seem'd threaten'd - though unseen to mortal eye . Unus'd to fear - he summon'd all his soul , And stood collected in himself and whole : Not long.- But for a crowning specimen of variety of pause and 36 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... Seem'd threaten'd - though unseen to mortal eye . Unus'd to fear - he summon'd all his soul , And stood collected in himself and whole : Not long.- But for a crowning specimen of variety of pause and 36 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
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... Mortal samnitis ; and cicuta bad , With which the unjust Athenians made to die Wise Socrates , who therefore quaffing glad Pour'd out his life and last philosophy To the fair Critias , his dearest belamy ! The garden of Proserpina this ...
... Mortal samnitis ; and cicuta bad , With which the unjust Athenians made to die Wise Socrates , who therefore quaffing glad Pour'd out his life and last philosophy To the fair Critias , his dearest belamy ! The garden of Proserpina this ...
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... mortal - looking fruit , though gathered in the garden of Venus . He wrote a promise upon it to marry him , and so his mistress read , and betrothed herself . The story is in Ovid : Heroides , Epist . xx . , xxi . 19 For which the Idæan ...
... mortal - looking fruit , though gathered in the garden of Venus . He wrote a promise upon it to marry him , and so his mistress read , and betrothed herself . The story is in Ovid : Heroides , Epist . xx . , xxi . 19 For which the Idæan ...
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... mortal beauty of the garden of Proserpine , with its golden fruit hanging in the twilight ; all , in short , in which Spenser combines his usual luxury with grandeur , are as fine as anything of the kind which Dante or any one else ever ...
... mortal beauty of the garden of Proserpine , with its golden fruit hanging in the twilight ; all , in short , in which Spenser combines his usual luxury with grandeur , are as fine as anything of the kind which Dante or any one else ever ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 181 - 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 253 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Страница 240 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Страница 47 - The great secret of morals is love ; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves ' with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively ; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
Страница 32 - Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman ! who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both (to show his judgment) in extremes; So over violent, or over civil, That every man, with him, was God or devil. In squandering wealth...
Страница 195 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Страница 182 - 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.