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?"G.P. Putnam, 1851 - 255 страници |
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... rich yellow of the stamens . I have no desire to push this similarity further than it may be worth . Enough has been stated to show that , in poetical as in other analogies , " the same feet of Nature , " as Bacon says , may be seen 66 ...
... rich yellow of the stamens . I have no desire to push this similarity further than it may be worth . Enough has been stated to show that , in poetical as in other analogies , " the same feet of Nature , " as Bacon says , may be seen 66 ...
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... rich in books to en- dure it . Even true poets have died of this Writer's Evil . Trifling ones have survived , with scarcely any pretensions but the terseness of their trifles . What hope can remain for wordy mediocrity ? Let the ...
... rich in books to en- dure it . Even true poets have died of this Writer's Evil . Trifling ones have survived , with scarcely any pretensions but the terseness of their trifles . What hope can remain for wordy mediocrity ? Let the ...
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... rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; From her kennel beneath the rock She maketh answer to the clock Four for the quarters ănd twèlve for the hoùr , Ever and aye , by shine and shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud : Some say ...
... rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; From her kennel beneath the rock She maketh answer to the clock Four for the quarters ănd twèlve for the hoùr , Ever and aye , by shine and shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud : Some say ...
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... rich metal loaded every rift , That heavy ruin they did seem to threat ; And over them Arachne high did lift Her cunning web , and spread her subtle net , Enwrapped in foul smoke , and clouds more black than jet . Both roof and floor ...
... rich metal loaded every rift , That heavy ruin they did seem to threat ; And over them Arachne high did lift Her cunning web , and spread her subtle net , Enwrapped in foul smoke , and clouds more black than jet . Both roof and floor ...
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... rich to be made ! Such grace now to be happy is before thee laid . ” " Certes " ( said he ) " I n'ill thine offered grace , 11 Nor to be made so happy do intend ; Another bliss before mine eyes I place , Another happiness , another end ...
... rich to be made ! Such grace now to be happy is before thee laid . ” " Certes " ( said he ) " I n'ill thine offered grace , 11 Nor to be made so happy do intend ; Another bliss before mine eyes I place , Another happiness , another end ...
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