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 pages |
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... less shared by all the world , but as the operation of that feeling , such as we see it in the poet's book , is the utterance of a pas- sion for truth , beauty and power , embodying and illustrating its conceptions by imagination and ...
... less shared by all the world , but as the operation of that feeling , such as we see it in the poet's book , is the utterance of a pas- sion for truth , beauty and power , embodying and illustrating its conceptions by imagination and ...
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... less ; and to deal plainly I fear I am not in my perfect mind . It is thus , by exquisite pertinence , melody , and the implied power of writing with exuberance , if need be , that beauty and truth become identical in poetry , and that ...
... less ; and to deal plainly I fear I am not in my perfect mind . It is thus , by exquisite pertinence , melody , and the implied power of writing with exuberance , if need be , that beauty and truth become identical in poetry , and that ...
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... less pursuer tumbles from his horse . Si fece il viso allor pallido e brutto , Travolse gli occhi , e dimostrò a ' l occaso Per manifesti segni esser condutto . E'l busto che seguia troncato al collo , Di sella cadde , e diè l ' ultimo ...
... less pursuer tumbles from his horse . Si fece il viso allor pallido e brutto , Travolse gli occhi , e dimostrò a ' l occaso Per manifesti segni esser condutto . E'l busto che seguia troncato al collo , Di sella cadde , e diè l ' ultimo ...
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... less of that yearning for his father , which made the hero trem- ble in every limb . Writers without the greatest passion and power do not feel in this way , nor are capable of expressing the feeling ; though there is enough sensibility ...
... less of that yearning for his father , which made the hero trem- ble in every limb . Writers without the greatest passion and power do not feel in this way , nor are capable of expressing the feeling ; though there is enough sensibility ...
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... less , though with them she is the greater favorite . Spenser has great imagination and fancy too , but more of the latter ; Milton both also , the very greatest , but with imagination predominant ; Chaucer , the strongest imagination ...
... less , though with them she is the greater favorite . Spenser has great imagination and fancy too , but more of the latter ; Milton both also , the very greatest , but with imagination predominant ; Chaucer , the strongest imagination ...
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Expressions et termes fréquents
angel Ariel Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath bright Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge dance Dante delight divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy fear feeling flowers genius gentle golden grace hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hence imagination Kubla Khan lady lamp at midnight light live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton mind Mirth moon Morpheus mortal Muse nature never night nymphs o'er OBERON Painter passage passion pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Priam queen reader rhyme sense shade Shakspeare shepherd sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine tears thee Theoph thine things Thomas Warton thou art thought TITANIA tree truth unto verse versification Warton wind wings witch wood word young youth δε
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 219 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Page 195 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world ; Or whether thou to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward angel now, and melt with ruth ! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth...
Page 218 - 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. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 189 - There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
Page 178 - As, when far off at sea, a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs; they, on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend.
Page 133 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 122 - No night is now with hymn or carol blest : Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems...