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 стор. |
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... Soft were those lips that bled . There are different kinds and degrees of imagination , some of them necessary to the formation of every true poet , and all of them possessed by the greatest . Perhaps they may be enume- rated as follows ...
... Soft were those lips that bled . There are different kinds and degrees of imagination , some of them necessary to the formation of every true poet , and all of them possessed by the greatest . Perhaps they may be enume- rated as follows ...
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... soft consonants : - - My eyes make pictures when they're shut : - I see a fountain , large and fair , A willow and a ruin'd hut , And thee and me and Mary there . O Mary ! make thy gentle lap our pillow ; Bend o'er us , like a bower ...
... soft consonants : - - My eyes make pictures when they're shut : - I see a fountain , large and fair , A willow and a ruin'd hut , And thee and me and Mary there . O Mary ! make thy gentle lap our pillow ; Bend o'er us , like a bower ...
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... soft and low And naught was green upon the oak , But moss and rarest misletoe ; She kneels beneath the huge oak tree , And in silence prayeth she . The lady sprang up suddenly , The lovely lady , Christabel ! It moan'd as near as near ...
... soft and low And naught was green upon the oak , But moss and rarest misletoe ; She kneels beneath the huge oak tree , And in silence prayeth she . The lady sprang up suddenly , The lovely lady , Christabel ! It moan'd as near as near ...
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... soft , A trickling stream , from high rock tumbling down , And ever drizzling rain upon the loft , Mix'd with a murmuring wind , much like the sou Of swarming bees , did cast him in a swoun : No other noise , nor people's troublous ...
... soft , A trickling stream , from high rock tumbling down , And ever drizzling rain upon the loft , Mix'd with a murmuring wind , much like the sou Of swarming bees , did cast him in a swoun : No other noise , nor people's troublous ...
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... soft , but would not all his silence break The sprite then ' gan more boldly him to wake , And threaten'd unto him the dreaded name Of Hecaté : whereat he ' gan to quake , And lifting up his Iumpish head , with blame Half angry asked ...
... soft , but would not all his silence break The sprite then ' gan more boldly him to wake , And threaten'd unto him the dreaded name Of Hecaté : whereat he ' gan to quake , And lifting up his Iumpish head , with blame Half angry asked ...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ... Leigh Hunt Повний перегляд - 1845 |
Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ... Leigh Hunt Повний перегляд - 1845 |
Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ... Leigh Hunt Повний перегляд - 1845 |
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 166 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.