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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SELECTIONS FROM MILTON , WITH CRITICAL NOTICE SATAN'S RECOVERY FROM HIS DOWNFALL THE FALLEN ANGELS GATHERED AGAIN TO WAR VULCAN THE FALLEN ANGELS HEARD RISING FROM COUNCIL SATAN ON THE WING FOR EARTH 172 . 174 . 175 177 177 . 178 178 .
SELECTIONS FROM MILTON , WITH CRITICAL NOTICE SATAN'S RECOVERY FROM HIS DOWNFALL THE FALLEN ANGELS GATHERED AGAIN TO WAR VULCAN THE FALLEN ANGELS HEARD RISING FROM COUNCIL SATAN ON THE WING FOR EARTH 172 . 174 . 175 177 177 . 178 178 .
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And when they heard the brazen cry , their hearts All leap'd within them ; and the proud - maned horses Ran with the chariots round , for they foresaw Calamity ; and the charioteers were smitten , When they beheld the ever - active fire ...
And when they heard the brazen cry , their hearts All leap'd within them ; and the proud - maned horses Ran with the chariots round , for they foresaw Calamity ; and the charioteers were smitten , When they beheld the ever - active fire ...
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Sir Walter Raleigh , who was as tranchant with his pen as his sword , hailed the Faerie Queene of his friend Spenser in verses in which he said that “ Petrarch ” was thenceforward to be no more heard of ; and that in all English poetry ...
Sir Walter Raleigh , who was as tranchant with his pen as his sword , hailed the Faerie Queene of his friend Spenser in verses in which he said that “ Petrarch ” was thenceforward to be no more heard of ; and that in all English poetry ...
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No other noise , nor people's troublous cries , As still are wont ť annoy the wallèd town , Might there be heard ; but careless Quiet lies , Wrapt in eternal silence , far from enemies.10 The messenger approaching to him spake But his ...
No other noise , nor people's troublous cries , As still are wont ť annoy the wallèd town , Might there be heard ; but careless Quiet lies , Wrapt in eternal silence , far from enemies.10 The messenger approaching to him spake But his ...
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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 of the scene ; -and it is improved , if we make a similar pause at heard : No other noise ...
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 of the scene ; -and it is improved , if we make a similar pause at heard : No other noise ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 123 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 253 - 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 fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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 240 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 47 - The great secret of morals is love ; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves ' with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively ; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
Seite 32 - Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman ! who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both (to show his judgment) in extremes; So over violent, or over civil, That every man, with him, was God or devil. In squandering wealth...
Seite 195 - 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 182 - 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.