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 Seiten |
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... VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN . 251 A FALLEN GOD 251 OTHER TITANS FALLEN . 251 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE · 252 SONNET ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 254 PREFACE . THIS book is intended for all lovers of vi CONTENTS .
... VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN . 251 A FALLEN GOD 251 OTHER TITANS FALLEN . 251 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE · 252 SONNET ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 254 PREFACE . THIS book is intended for all lovers of vi CONTENTS .
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... VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN . 251 A FALLEN GOD 251 OTHER TITANS FALLEN 251 · ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE • 252 • SONNET ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 254 PREFACE . THIS book is intended for all lovers of vi CONTENTS .
... VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN . 251 A FALLEN GOD 251 OTHER TITANS FALLEN 251 · ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE • 252 • SONNET ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 254 PREFACE . THIS book is intended for all lovers of vi CONTENTS .
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... voice of a trumpet , blown Against a town by spirit - withering foes , So sprang the clear voice of Æacides . And when they heard the brazen cry , their hearts All leap'd within them ; and the proud - maned horses Ran with the chariots ...
... voice of a trumpet , blown Against a town by spirit - withering foes , So sprang the clear voice of Æacides . And when they heard the brazen cry , their hearts All leap'd within them ; and the proud - maned horses Ran with the chariots ...
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... voice , as though we were going to bed ourselves , or thinking of the rainy night that lulled us . A long rest at the happy pause in the last line , and then a strong accent on the word far , put us in possession of all the remoteness ...
... voice , as though we were going to bed ourselves , or thinking of the rainy night that lulled us . A long rest at the happy pause in the last line , and then a strong accent on the word far , put us in possession of all the remoteness ...
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... voice that called loud and clear , " Come hither , hither , O come hastily ! " That all the fields resounded with the rueful cry The palmer leant his ear unto the noise , To weet who call'd so importunèdly ; Again he heard a more ...
... voice that called loud and clear , " Come hither , hither , O come hastily ! " That all the fields resounded with the rueful cry The palmer leant his ear unto the noise , To weet who call'd so importunèdly ; Again he heard a more ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles alliteration angels Archimago Ariel Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson Caliban called canto Character charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge Correggio CRITICAL NOTICE dance Dante delight Demogorgon divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy feeling flowers garden genius gentle goddess golden goodly grace greatest hath head hear heart heaven Homer imagination Jove lady light live locks look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton mind moon Morpheus nature never night o'er Orlando Furioso Orlando Innamorato Ovid painted Painter passage passion perhaps poem poet poetical poetry Priam Proserpine Queene reader rhyme round satyrs sense Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprites stanza sweet Tamburlaine thee thine things thought TITANIA tree truth unto verse versification wanton wind wings witch wood words writing δε
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Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 166 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.