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 páginas |
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... painful absurdities , or when the world is vexatious and tiresome , and you have had enough of your own vanities or struggles in it , or when " house and land them- selves are " gone and spent , " and your riches must lie in the regions ...
... painful absurdities , or when the world is vexatious and tiresome , and you have had enough of your own vanities or struggles in it , or when " house and land them- selves are " gone and spent , " and your riches must lie in the regions ...
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... pain , Whereat he ' gan to stretch : but he again Shook him so hard , that forced him to speak As one then in a dream , whose drier brain Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weak , He mumbled soft , but would not all his silence ...
... pain , Whereat he ' gan to stretch : but he again Shook him so hard , that forced him to speak As one then in a dream , whose drier brain Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weak , He mumbled soft , but would not all his silence ...
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... pain He then beheld , too long here to be told : Nor Mammon would there let him long remain , For terror of the tortures manifold , In which the damned souls he did behold , But roughly him bespake : " Thou fearful fool , Why takest not ...
... pain He then beheld , too long here to be told : Nor Mammon would there let him long remain , For terror of the tortures manifold , In which the damned souls he did behold , But roughly him bespake : " Thou fearful fool , Why takest not ...
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... pain . 18 “ But they from hence were sold . ” — Upton proposes that “ with a little variation , " this word sold should be read stold ; " that is , ” says he , " procured by stealth : " - he does not like to say stolen . " The wise ...
... pain . 18 “ But they from hence were sold . ” — Upton proposes that “ with a little variation , " this word sold should be read stold ; " that is , ” says he , " procured by stealth : " - he does not like to say stolen . " The wise ...
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... pain , Shak'd his long locks , color'd like copper wire , 27 And bit his tawny beard , to show his raging ire . 27 " Color'd like copper wire . " A felicity suggested perhaps by the rhyme . It has all the look , however , of a copy from ...
... pain , Shak'd his long locks , color'd like copper wire , 27 And bit his tawny beard , to show his raging ire . 27 " Color'd like copper wire . " A felicity suggested perhaps by the rhyme . It has all the look , however , of a copy from ...
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Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 166 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.