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 |
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... deep recesses of a grove he gain'd ; - Where - in a plain defended by a wood , Crept through the matted grass - a crystal flood , By which - an alabaster fountain stood ; And on the margent of the fount was laid- Attended by her slaves ...
... deep recesses of a grove he gain'd ; - Where - in a plain defended by a wood , Crept through the matted grass - a crystal flood , By which - an alabaster fountain stood ; And on the margent of the fount was laid- Attended by her slaves ...
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... deep darkness dread Legions of sprites , the which , like little flies , " Fluttering about his ever damned head , Await where to their service he applies , To aid his friends , or fray his enemies ; Of those he chose out two , the ...
... deep darkness dread Legions of sprites , the which , like little flies , " Fluttering about his ever damned head , Await where to their service he applies , To aid his friends , or fray his enemies ; Of those he chose out two , the ...
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... deep . How complete a sense of the ocean under one of its aspects ! Spenser had often been at sea , and his pictures of it , or in con- nexion with it , are frequent and fine accordingly , superior per- haps to those of any other ...
... deep . How complete a sense of the ocean under one of its aspects ! Spenser had often been at sea , and his pictures of it , or in con- nexion with it , are frequent and fine accordingly , superior per- haps to those of any other ...
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... deep under the garden side . Deep was he drenched to the utmost chin , Yet gaped still as coveting to drink Of the cold liquor which he waded in : And , stretching forth his hand , did often think To reach the food which grew upon the ...
... deep under the garden side . Deep was he drenched to the utmost chin , Yet gaped still as coveting to drink Of the cold liquor which he waded in : And , stretching forth his hand , did often think To reach the food which grew upon the ...
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... deep was drent Within the river which the same did hide : But both his hands , most filthy feculent , Above the water were on high extent , And fain'd to wash themselves incessantly , Yet nothing cleaner were for such intent , But ...
... deep was drent Within the river which the same did hide : But both his hands , most filthy feculent , Above the water were on high extent , And fain'd to wash themselves incessantly , Yet nothing cleaner were for such intent , But ...
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Strona 181 - 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; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Strona 221 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Strona 180 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strona 239 - 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 seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Strona 188 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice-great 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...
Strona 254 - 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...
Strona 86 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Strona 194 - 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!
Strona 194 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Strona 188 - 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.