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 & Company, 1883 - 315 oldal |
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26. oldal
... lord of folded arms , The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , & c . -Love's Labour's Lost , Act iii . sc . 1 . That is fancy ; -a combination of images not in their nature connected , or brought together by the feeling , bu by the ...
... lord of folded arms , The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , & c . -Love's Labour's Lost , Act iii . sc . 1 . That is fancy ; -a combination of images not in their nature connected , or brought together by the feeling , bu by the ...
34. oldal
... 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 ...
53. oldal
... 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 ...
69. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
71. oldal
... lord , where he him left afore . ( ) Welled forth alway . The modulation of this charming stanza is exquisite . Let us divide it into its pauses , and see what we have been hearing : - A little lowly hermitage it was , | Down in a dale ...
... lord , where he him left afore . ( ) Welled forth alway . The modulation of this charming stanza is exquisite . Let us divide it into its pauses , and see what we have been hearing : - A little lowly hermitage it was , | Down in a dale ...
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285. 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.
227. oldal - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
250. oldal - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
304. 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...
223. oldal - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell 170 Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
228. oldal - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
229. oldal - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies...
214. oldal - 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.
220. oldal - But first and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation ; And the mute silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night...
141. oldal - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...