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?" |
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... fair upon an heath , With greeny trees yshadowed was his place . Every one knows the words of Lear , " most matter - of- fact , most melancholy : ' " " Pray do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man , Fourscore and upward : Not ...
... fair upon an heath , With greeny trees yshadowed was his place . Every one knows the words of Lear , " most matter - of- fact , most melancholy : ' " " Pray do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man , Fourscore and upward : Not ...
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... Fair Rosamond , and of a blow given her by Queen Eleanor : With that she dash'd her on the lips , So dyed double red : Hard was the heart that gave the blow , Soft were those lips that bled . There are different kinds and degrees of ...
... Fair Rosamond , and of a blow given her by Queen Eleanor : With that she dash'd her on the lips , So dyed double red : Hard was the heart that gave the blow , Soft were those lips that bled . There are different kinds and degrees of ...
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... fair Florence ; - ; sometimes in the attribution of a certain representative quality which makes one circumstance stand for others as in Milton's grey - fly winding its “ sultry horn , " which epithet contains the heat of a summer's day ...
... fair Florence ; - ; sometimes in the attribution of a certain representative quality which makes one circumstance stand for others as in Milton's grey - fly winding its “ sultry horn , " which epithet contains the heat of a summer's day ...
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... fair or frowning ladies and gentlemen , such as we see in ordinary paintings ; he will be in no danger of having his angels likened to a sort of wild - fowl , as Rembrandt has made them in his " Jacob's Dream . " His Bacchuses will ...
... fair or frowning ladies and gentlemen , such as we see in ordinary paintings ; he will be in no danger of having his angels likened to a sort of wild - fowl , as Rembrandt has made them in his " Jacob's Dream . " His Bacchuses will ...
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... Fair as the first idea beauty prints In the young lover's soul ; a winning grace Guides every gesture , and obsequious love Attends on all her steps . Triumphing o'er reason is an old acquaintance of everybody's . " Paradise in her look ...
... Fair as the first idea beauty prints In the young lover's soul ; a winning grace Guides every gesture , and obsequious love Attends on all her steps . Triumphing o'er reason is an old acquaintance of everybody's . " Paradise in her look ...
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Page 212 - Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Page 258 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw; It was an Abyssinian maid. And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Page 229 - 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: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Page 234 - Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 238 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 221 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Page 150 - 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 Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Page 220 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 237 - How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, 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...
Page 230 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.