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 oldal |
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... his armour bright . * The abode of Chaucer's Reve , or Steward , in the Canterbury Tales , is painted in two lines , which nobody ever wished longer : - His wonning ( dwelling ) was full fair upon an 6 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... his armour bright . * The abode of Chaucer's Reve , or Steward , in the Canterbury Tales , is painted in two lines , which nobody ever wished longer : - His wonning ( dwelling ) was full fair upon an 6 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
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... fair upon an heath , With greeny trees yshadowed was his place . Every one knows the words of Lear , matter - of - fact , most melancholy . " Pray do not mock me ; I am a very foolish fond old man Fourscore and upwards : Not an hour ...
... fair upon an heath , With greeny trees yshadowed was his place . Every one knows the words of Lear , matter - of - fact , most melancholy . " Pray do not mock me ; I am a very foolish fond old man Fourscore and upwards : Not an hour ...
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... fair Florence ; - sometimes in the attribution of a certain represen- tative quality which makes one circumstance stand for others ; as in Milton's grey - fly winding its " sultry horn , " which epithet contains the heat of a sum- mer's ...
... fair Florence ; - sometimes in the attribution of a certain represen- tative quality which makes one circumstance stand for others ; as in Milton's grey - fly winding its " sultry horn , " which epithet contains the heat of a sum- mer's ...
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... fair or frowning ladies and gentlemen , such as we see in ordinary paintings ; he will be in no danger of having his angels likened to a sort of wild - fowl , as Rembrandt has made them in his Jacob's Dream . His Bacchuses will never ...
... fair or frowning ladies and gentlemen , such as we see in ordinary paintings ; he will be in no danger of having his angels likened to a sort of wild - fowl , as Rembrandt has made them in his Jacob's Dream . His Bacchuses will never ...
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... Fair as the first idea beauty prints In the young lover's soul ; a winning grace Guides every gesture , and obsequious love Attends on all her steps . " Triumphing o'er reason " is an old acquaintance of every body's . " Paradise in her ...
... Fair as the first idea beauty prints In the young lover's soul ; a winning grace Guides every gesture , and obsequious love Attends on all her steps . " Triumphing o'er reason " is an old acquaintance of every body's . " Paradise in her ...
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265. oldal - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
298. oldal - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
324. oldal - 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.
345. oldal - 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...
257. oldal - 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.
247. oldal - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
249. oldal - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
299. oldal - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden in a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glow-worm golden in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
172. oldal - 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.
181. oldal - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.