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 Seiten |
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... means are whatever the universe contains ; and its ends , pleasure and exaltation . Poetry stands between nature and convention , keeping alive among us the enjoyment of the external and the spiritual world : it has constituted the most ...
... means are whatever the universe contains ; and its ends , pleasure and exaltation . Poetry stands between nature and convention , keeping alive among us the enjoyment of the external and the spiritual world : it has constituted the most ...
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... means of pleasure , and because beauty is nothing but the loveliest form of pleasure . It is a passion for power , because power is impression triumphant , whether over the poet , as desired by himself , or over the reader , as affected ...
... means of pleasure , and because beauty is nothing but the loveliest form of pleasure . It is a passion for power , because power is impression triumphant , whether over the poet , as desired by himself , or over the reader , as affected ...
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... . Fancy , on the other hand , while it means nothing but a spiritual image or apparition pávraoua , appearance , phantom ) , has rarely that freedom from visibility which is one of the highest privileges a WHAT IS POETRY ? 27.
... . Fancy , on the other hand , while it means nothing but a spiritual image or apparition pávraoua , appearance , phantom ) , has rarely that freedom from visibility which is one of the highest privileges a WHAT IS POETRY ? 27.
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... mean to say that a poet can never show himself a poet in prose ; but that , being one , his desire and necessity will be to write in verse ; and that , if he were unable to do so , he would not , and could not , deserve his title ...
... mean to say that a poet can never show himself a poet in prose ; but that , being one , his desire and necessity will be to write in verse ; and that , if he were unable to do so , he would not , and could not , deserve his title ...
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... mean order : and yet it was of as ungenerous and low a sort as was compatible with so lofty an affinity ; and this is the reason why it stopped where it did . He had a craving after the beautiful , but not enough of it in himself to ...
... mean order : and yet it was of as ungenerous and low a sort as was compatible with so lofty an affinity ; and this is the reason why it stopped where it did . He had a craving after the beautiful , but not enough of it in himself to ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Ariel Ariosto Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge dance Dante Decker delight divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes fair fairy Fairy Queen fancy feeling fire flowers garden genius gentle Geta golden goodly grace hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hecate hence imagination lady light live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton moon Morpheus mortal nature never night o'er OBERON painted Painter passage passion play poem poet poetical poetry Porphyro pray Priam Proserpina Queen reader rhyme round Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprite stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine tears thee Theoph thine things thou art thought TITANIA Titian tree truth unto verse versification voice wanton wind wings witch wood word writing young δὲ καὶ
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Seite 285 - 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.
Seite 227 - 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?
Seite 250 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Seite 304 - 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 223 - 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.
Seite 228 - 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.
Seite 229 - 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...
Seite 214 - 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.
Seite 220 - 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...
Seite 141 - 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...