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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... SOUNDS ORION . CIRCE AND HER VICTIMS Page . 226 . 229 • 230 · 233 249 249 249 A BETTER ENCHANTRESS IMPRISONED IN THE SHAPE OF A SER- PENT · .. SATURN DETHRONED . 250 . 250 THE VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN . 251 A ...
... SOUNDS ORION . CIRCE AND HER VICTIMS Page . 226 . 229 • 230 · 233 249 249 249 A BETTER ENCHANTRESS IMPRISONED IN THE SHAPE OF A SER- PENT · .. SATURN DETHRONED . 250 . 250 THE VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN . 251 A ...
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... sound ; and because , in the height of its enjoyment , it must show the per- fection of its triumph , and make difficulty itself become part of its facility and joy . And lastly , Poetry shapes this modulation into uniformity for its ...
... sound ; and because , in the height of its enjoyment , it must show the per- fection of its triumph , and make difficulty itself become part of its facility and joy . And lastly , Poetry shapes this modulation into uniformity for its ...
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... sound of a tremendous horn made him turn all his attention to the spot from which it came . He there discovered through the dusk , what seemed to be the towers of a city . Those are no towers , said his guide ; they are giants ...
... sound of a tremendous horn made him turn all his attention to the spot from which it came . He there discovered through the dusk , what seemed to be the towers of a city . Those are no towers , said his guide ; they are giants ...
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... sounds . Paradise Lost . Behemoth , biggest born of earth , ùphèav'd His vastness . Id . Blow winds and crack your chèeks ? ràge ! blòw ! You càtărăcts and hurricanoes , spòut , Till you have drènch'd our steeples , dròwn'd the còcks ...
... sounds . Paradise Lost . Behemoth , biggest born of earth , ùphèav'd His vastness . Id . Blow winds and crack your chèeks ? ràge ! blòw ! You càtărăcts and hurricanoes , spòut , Till you have drènch'd our steeples , dròwn'd the còcks ...
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... sound The infernal doors , and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder . Par . Lost , Book II . Abominable - unùttĕrăble - and worse Than fables yet have feigned . Wallowing unwieldy - ĕnòrmous in their gait . Id . Id . Of unusual ...
... sound The infernal doors , and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder . Par . Lost , Book II . Abominable - unùttĕrăble - and worse Than fables yet have feigned . Wallowing unwieldy - ĕnòrmous in their gait . Id . Id . Of unusual ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Ariel Beaumont 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 hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hecate HEINRICH ZSCHOKKE 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 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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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.