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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... 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 , expression , 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 , expression , 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 detest- able horrors 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 Babel ...
... thought of such detest- able horrors 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 Babel ...
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... ! Lo ! what a hoop is clench'd about thy gorge . " Then turning to myself , he said , " His howl Is its own mockery . This is Nimrod , he Through whose ill thought it was that humankind Were tongue 12 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... ! Lo ! what a hoop is clench'd about thy gorge . " Then turning to myself , he said , " His howl Is its own mockery . This is Nimrod , he Through whose ill thought it was that humankind Were tongue 12 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
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... thought it was that humankind Were tongue - confounded . Pass him , and say nought : 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 ...
... thought it was that humankind Were tongue - confounded . Pass him , and say nought : 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 ...
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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.