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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... leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw , and ivy buds , With coral clasps and amber studs . The ...
... leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw , and ivy buds , With coral clasps and amber studs . The ...
Page 127
... leave your courtesy , good monsieur . Must . What's your will ? Bot . Nothing , good monsieur , but to help Cavaliero Cobweb to scratch . I must to the barber's , monsieur ; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face ; and I am ...
... leave your courtesy , good monsieur . Must . What's your will ? Bot . Nothing , good monsieur , but to help Cavaliero Cobweb to scratch . I must to the barber's , monsieur ; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face ; and I am ...
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... leave it burning : And if thou canst awake by four o ' the clock , I prithee , call me . Sleep hath seized me wholly . [ Exit Lady . To your protection I commend me , Gods ! From fairies , and the tempters of the night , Guard me , I ...
... leave it burning : And if thou canst awake by four o ' the clock , I prithee , call me . Sleep hath seized me wholly . [ Exit Lady . To your protection I commend me , Gods ! From fairies , and the tempters of the night , Guard me , I ...
Page 147
... earth's rottenest vapors , And strike a blindness through these blazing tapers Charm . Deep , O deep we lay thee to sleep , We leave thee drink by , if thou chance to be dry ; Both milk and blood , the dew and the flood BEN JONSON . 147.
... earth's rottenest vapors , And strike a blindness through these blazing tapers Charm . Deep , O deep we lay thee to sleep , We leave thee drink by , if thou chance to be dry ; Both milk and blood , the dew and the flood BEN JONSON . 147.
Page 154
... leave I take , Least the great Pan do awake That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under a broad beech's shade : 4 I must go , I must run , Swifter than the fiery sun 3 " Some be red , some be green . " - This verse calls to mind a beau ...
... leave I take , Least the great Pan do awake That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under a broad beech's shade : 4 I must go , I must run , Swifter than the fiery sun 3 " Some be red , some be green . " - This verse calls to mind a beau ...
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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.