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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... happy word " sprung , " in the following passage from Ben Jonson , was suggested by it ; but then the poet must have had the feeling in him . Let our trumpets sound , And cleave both air and 42 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
... happy word " sprung , " in the following passage from Ben Jonson , was suggested by it ; but then the poet must have had the feeling in him . Let our trumpets sound , And cleave both air and 42 AN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
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... happy . And luckily , delightfulness is not incompatible with greatness , willing soever as men may be in their present imperfect state to set the power to subjugate above the power to please . Truth , of any great kind whatsoever ...
... happy . And luckily , delightfulness is not incompatible with greatness , willing soever as men may be in their present imperfect state to set the power to subjugate above the power to please . Truth , of any great kind whatsoever ...
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... 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 im- proved , if we make a similar pause at heard : No other noise , or people's troublous ...
... 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 im- proved , if we make a similar pause at heard : No other noise , or people's troublous ...
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... happy is before thee laid . " " Certes " ( said he ) " I n'ill thine offered grace , 14 Nor to be made so happy do intend ; Another bliss before mine eyes I place , Another happiness , another end : To them that list , these base ...
... happy is before thee laid . " " Certes " ( said he ) " I n'ill thine offered grace , 14 Nor to be made so happy do intend ; Another bliss before mine eyes I place , Another happiness , another end : To them that list , these base ...
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... happy to wander so much from his point . If he is tempted to expatiate , every word is to the purpose . Poetry and painting indeed would in Spenser be identical , if they could be so ; and they are more so , too , than it has latterly ...
... happy to wander so much from his point . If he is tempted to expatiate , every word is to the purpose . Poetry and painting indeed would in Spenser be identical , if they could be so ; and they are more so , too , than it has latterly ...
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