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... imagination , and all that exercises and elevates the understanding : and it was as profound in learning as original and brilliant in native faculties of the intellect : but there was the leaven of an unholy and factious spirit mixed ...
... imagination , and all that exercises and elevates the understanding : and it was as profound in learning as original and brilliant in native faculties of the intellect : but there was the leaven of an unholy and factious spirit mixed ...
Page xiv
... imagination , pre- sents a mode of diction , half Latin and half English . It is not so much that Cowley wanted a knowledge of the Latin style , but that he suffered that knowledge to be per- verted and corrupted by false and ...
... imagination , pre- sents a mode of diction , half Latin and half English . It is not so much that Cowley wanted a knowledge of the Latin style , but that he suffered that knowledge to be per- verted and corrupted by false and ...
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... imagination : the names , the feudal history , the trophies of former magnificence , were all fresh . Though King James was mean , pedantic , and corrupt , King Charles had a royal spirit , and a benevo- lent , accomplished mind : he ...
... imagination : the names , the feudal history , the trophies of former magnificence , were all fresh . Though King James was mean , pedantic , and corrupt , King Charles had a royal spirit , and a benevo- lent , accomplished mind : he ...
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... imagination which produced the " Paradise Lost , " nearly forty years afterwards . I am not aware that our young bard had any prototype in this sort of ode : the form , the matter , the imagery , the language , the rhythm , are all new ...
... imagination which produced the " Paradise Lost , " nearly forty years afterwards . I am not aware that our young bard had any prototype in this sort of ode : the form , the matter , the imagery , the language , the rhythm , are all new ...
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... imagination in supposing that Murther and Treason often fly as alarmed from the inmost recesses of their own horrid cavern , looking back , and thinking themselves pursued . " In his seventeenth year Milton wrote a poem , ( " In Obitum ...
... imagination in supposing that Murther and Treason often fly as alarmed from the inmost recesses of their own horrid cavern , looking back , and thinking themselves pursued . " In his seventeenth year Milton wrote a poem , ( " In Obitum ...
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Page 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Page 175 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 175 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page xvi - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Page 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
Page 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Page lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 195 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.