A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 Seiten |
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... imagination , and to our sense of the beautiful , as well as to the understanding . It has shape , and colour , and voice for us , as well as mere substance . Every word , and every collocation of words , carries with it a peculiar ...
... imagination , and to our sense of the beautiful , as well as to the understanding . It has shape , and colour , and voice for us , as well as mere substance . Every word , and every collocation of words , carries with it a peculiar ...
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... imaginations , and for the most part only supposed that they comprehended what they were listening to ; but it is probable that their self- deception was assisted by their catching a word or phrase here and there the meaning of which ...
... imaginations , and for the most part only supposed that they comprehended what they were listening to ; but it is probable that their self- deception was assisted by their catching a word or phrase here and there the meaning of which ...
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... imagination . The author has clothed the fables of Geoffrey of Monmouth in rhyme , which have often a more poetical air in Geoffrey's prose . " Tyrwhitt refers to Robert of Gloucester in proof of the fact that the English language had ...
... imagination . The author has clothed the fables of Geoffrey of Monmouth in rhyme , which have often a more poetical air in Geoffrey's prose . " Tyrwhitt refers to Robert of Gloucester in proof of the fact that the English language had ...
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... imaginative and impassioned song , his genius has exercised itself in all styles of poetry , and won imperishable laurels in all . " * It has been commonly believed that one of the chief sources from which Chaucer drew both the form and ...
... imaginative and impassioned song , his genius has exercised itself in all styles of poetry , and won imperishable laurels in all . " * It has been commonly believed that one of the chief sources from which Chaucer drew both the form and ...
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... imagination , and force of expres- sion , for which the poem is remarkable : - What did this Eolus ? but he Took out his blacke trompe of brass , That fouler than the devil was , And gan this trompe for to blow As all the world should ...
... imagination , and force of expres- sion , for which the poem is remarkable : - What did this Eolus ? but he Took out his blacke trompe of brass , That fouler than the devil was , And gan this trompe for to blow As all the world should ...
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Seite 499 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Seite 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Seite 499 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Seite 434 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Seite 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
Seite 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.