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 страници |
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... seems talking of love- Parea che l'erba le fiorisse intorno , Ed ' amor ragionasse quella riva ! — Orlando Innamorato , Canto iii . or in the voluptuous homage paid to the sleeping Imogen by the very light in the chamber and the ...
... seems talking of love- Parea che l'erba le fiorisse intorno , Ed ' amor ragionasse quella riva ! — Orlando Innamorato , Canto iii . or in the voluptuous homage paid to the sleeping Imogen by the very light in the chamber and the ...
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... seems than each , and each than each seems smoother . An abundance of examples from his poetry will be found in the volume before us . His beauty revolves on itself with con- scious loveliness . And Coleridge is worthy to be named with ...
... seems than each , and each than each seems smoother . An abundance of examples from his poetry will be found in the volume before us . His beauty revolves on itself with con- scious loveliness . And Coleridge is worthy to be named with ...
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... seems so determined to resent as this want of respect for its time and trouble . The world is too rich in books to en- dure it . Even true poets have died of this Writer's Evil . Trifling ones have survived , with scarcely any ...
... seems so determined to resent as this want of respect for its time and trouble . The world is too rich in books to en- dure it . Even true poets have died of this Writer's Evil . Trifling ones have survived , with scarcely any ...
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... Seem'd threaten'd - though unseen to mortal eye . Unus'd to fear - he summon'd all his soul , And stood collected in himself - and whole : Not long.- WHAT IS POETRY ? 37 But for a crowning specimen 36 36 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... Seem'd threaten'd - though unseen to mortal eye . Unus'd to fear - he summon'd all his soul , And stood collected in himself - and whole : Not long.- WHAT IS POETRY ? 37 But for a crowning specimen 36 36 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
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... seems to be Of the huge , broad - breasted , òld oak trèe The night is chill , the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak : ( This " bleak moaning " is a witch's ) There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet ...
... seems to be Of the huge , broad - breasted , òld oak trèe The night is chill , the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak : ( This " bleak moaning " is a witch's ) There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet ...
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Страница 133 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
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