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 Seiten |
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... thought invidious in an Editor , who has said more of his contemporaries than most men ; and who would gladly give specimens of the latter poets in future volumes . One of the objects indeed of this preface is to state , that should the ...
... thought invidious in an Editor , who has said more of his contemporaries than most men ; and who would gladly give specimens of the latter poets in future volumes . One of the objects indeed of this preface is to state , that should the ...
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... thought , feeling , expres- sion , imagination , action , character , and continuity , all in the largest amount and highest degree , is the greatest poet . Poetry includes whatsoever of painting can be made visible to the mind's eye ...
... thought , feeling , expres- sion , imagination , action , character , and continuity , all in the largest amount and highest degree , is the greatest poet . Poetry includes whatsoever of painting can be made visible to the mind's eye ...
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... thought of such detestable hor- rors as those of the interchanging adversaries ( now serpent , now man ) , or even of the huge , half - blockish enormity of Nimrod , - in Scripture , the " mighty hunter " and builder of the tower of ...
... thought of such detestable hor- rors as those of the interchanging adversaries ( now serpent , now man ) , or even of the huge , half - blockish enormity of Nimrod , - in Scripture , the " mighty hunter " and builder of the tower of ...
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... thought it was that humankind Were tongue - confounded . Pass him , and say naught : For as he speaketh language known of none , So none can speak save jargon to himself . " Assuredly it could not have been easy to find a fiction so un ...
... thought it was that humankind Were tongue - confounded . Pass him , and say naught : For as he speaketh language known of none , So none can speak save jargon to himself . " Assuredly it could not have been easy to find a fiction so un ...
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... thought childish , made a childish mistake . His criticism is just such as a boy might pique himself upon , who was educated on mechanical Drinciples , and thought he had outgrown his Goody Two - shoes . With a wonderful dimness of ...
... thought childish , made a childish mistake . His criticism is just such as a boy might pique himself upon , who was educated on mechanical Drinciples , and thought he had outgrown his Goody Two - shoes . With a wonderful dimness of ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles alliteration angels Archimago Ariel Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson Caliban called canto Character charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge Correggio CRITICAL NOTICE dance Dante delight Demogorgon divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy feeling flowers garden genius gentle goddess golden goodly grace greatest hath head hear heart heaven Homer imagination Jove lady light live locks look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton mind moon Morpheus nature never night o'er Orlando Furioso Orlando Innamorato Ovid painted Painter passage passion perhaps poem poet poetical poetry Priam Proserpine Queene reader rhyme round satyrs sense Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprites stanza sweet Tamburlaine thee thine things thought TITANIA tree truth unto verse versification wanton wind wings witch wood words writing δε
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Seite 178 - And all their echoes, mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays...
Seite 174 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Seite 166 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 240 - 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...
Seite 180 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Seite 174 - 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...
Seite 179 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done?
Seite 21 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Seite 181 - 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.
Seite 173 - 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, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.