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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... feeling , which is more or less shared by all the world , but as the operation of that feeling , such as we see it in the poet's book , is the utterance of a pas- sion for truth , beauty and power , embodying and illustrating its ...
... feeling , which is more or less shared by all the world , but as the operation of that feeling , such as we see it in the poet's book , is the utterance of a pas- sion for truth , beauty and power , embodying and illustrating its ...
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... feeling of their truth in its utmost convic . tion and affluence . It illustrates them by fancy , which is a lighter play of imagi- nation , or the feeling of analogy coming short of seriousness , in order that it may laugh with what it ...
... feeling of their truth in its utmost convic . tion and affluence . It illustrates them by fancy , which is a lighter play of imagi- nation , or the feeling of analogy coming short of seriousness , in order that it may laugh with what it ...
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... feeling is the earliest teacher , and perception the only final proof , of things the most demonstrable by science , so the remotest imaginations of the poets may often be found to have the closest connexion with matter of fact ...
... feeling is the earliest teacher , and perception the only final proof , of things the most demonstrable by science , so the remotest imaginations of the poets may often be found to have the closest connexion with matter of fact ...
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... feeling and music . The very smoothness and gentleness of the limbs is in the series of the let- ter l's . I am aware of nothing of the kind surpassing the most lovely inclusion of physical beauty in moral , neither can I call to mind ...
... feeling and music . The very smoothness and gentleness of the limbs is in the series of the let- ter l's . I am aware of nothing of the kind surpassing the most lovely inclusion of physical beauty in moral , neither can I call to mind ...
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... feeling , says Homer , " desire " for his father in his very " limbs . " He joins in grief with the venerable sufferer , and can no longer withstand the look of " his great head and his grey chin . " Observe the exquisite introduction ...
... feeling , says Homer , " desire " for his father in his very " limbs . " He joins in grief with the venerable sufferer , and can no longer withstand the look of " his great head and his grey chin . " Observe the exquisite introduction ...
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Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 166 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.