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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... Night , Act iii , sc . 2 . And that is fancy ; -one image capriciously suggested by an- other , and but half connected with the subject of discourse ; nay , half opposed to it ; for in the gaiety of the speaker's ani- mal spirits , the ...
... Night , Act iii , sc . 2 . And that is fancy ; -one image capriciously suggested by an- other , and but half connected with the subject of discourse ; nay , half opposed to it ; for in the gaiety of the speaker's ani- mal spirits , the ...
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... Night's Dream and the Rape of the Lock , of fancy : Romeo and Juliet , the Tempest , the Fairy Queen , and the Orlando Furioso , of both . The terms were formerly identical , or used as such ; and neither is the best that might be found ...
... Night's Dream and the Rape of the Lock , of fancy : Romeo and Juliet , the Tempest , the Fairy Queen , and the Orlando Furioso , of both . The terms were formerly identical , or used as such ; and neither is the best that might be found ...
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... : The windows of the eyes of cats : ( because they see best at night ) And for the roof instead of slats Is cover'd with the skins of bats With moonshine that are gilded . Here also is a fairy bed , very delicate , WHAT IS POETRY ? 23.
... : The windows of the eyes of cats : ( because they see best at night ) And for the roof instead of slats Is cover'd with the skins of bats With moonshine that are gilded . Here also is a fairy bed , very delicate , WHAT IS POETRY ? 23.
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... night . And much they griev'd to see so nigh their hall The bird that warn'd St. Peter of his fall ; That he should raise his mitred crest on high , And clap his wings and call his family To sacred rites ; and vex th ' ethereal powers ...
... night . And much they griev'd to see so nigh their hall The bird that warn'd St. Peter of his fall ; That he should raise his mitred crest on high , And clap his wings and call his family To sacred rites ; and vex th ' ethereal powers ...
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... night chilly and dark ! The night is chìlly , but nòt dàrk . The thin grey cloud is spread on high , It covers , but not hides , the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full , And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is ...
... night chilly and dark ! The night is chìlly , but nòt dàrk . The thin grey cloud is spread on high , It covers , but not hides , the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full , And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is ...
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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.