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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... poetical sort , and most especially for the youngest and the oldest for as the former may incline to it for information's sake , the latter will perhaps not refuse it their good - will for the sake of old favourites . The Editor has ...
... poetical sort , and most especially for the youngest and the oldest for as the former may incline to it for information's sake , the latter will perhaps not refuse it their good - will for the sake of old favourites . The Editor has ...
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... poetical kind , or such as exhibits the imagination and fancy in a state of predominance , undisputed by interests of another sort . Poetry , therefore , is not here in its compound state , great or otherwise ( except incidentally in ...
... poetical kind , or such as exhibits the imagination and fancy in a state of predominance , undisputed by interests of another sort . Poetry , therefore , is not here in its compound state , great or otherwise ( except incidentally in ...
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... poetical sense of its fairness and grace . It is The plant and flower of light , says Ben Jonson ; and poetry then shows us the beauty of the flower in all its mystery and splendour . If it be asked , how we know perceptions like these ...
... poetical sense of its fairness and grace . It is The plant and flower of light , says Ben Jonson ; and poetry then shows us the beauty of the flower in all its mystery and splendour . If it be asked , how we know perceptions like these ...
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... poetical part of wit . She adds wings and feelings to the images of wit ; and delights as much to people nature with smiling ideal sympathies , as wit does to bring antipathies together , and make them strike light on absurdity . Fancy ...
... poetical part of wit . She adds wings and feelings to the images of wit ; and delights as much to people nature with smiling ideal sympathies , as wit does to bring antipathies together , and make them strike light on absurdity . Fancy ...
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... poetical and prosaical subject ; and the reason why verse is necessary to the form of poetry is , that the perfection of poetical spirit demands it ; -that the circle of its enthu- siasm , beauty , and power , is incomplete without it ...
... poetical and prosaical subject ; and the reason why verse is necessary to the form of poetry is , that the perfection of poetical spirit demands it ; -that the circle of its enthu- siasm , beauty , and power , is incomplete without it ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...