 | Simon Bainbridge - History - 2003 - 280 pages
...Romantic Imagination, 165-91. 89 Text from Coleridge (ed.), Poetry, I. 174-7 (no line numbers given). Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense,...With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we imagine, even as I do now. (III. 6) And Byron's sense of his renewed faith in his poem, and in his... | |
 | Roy Porter - Body and soul in literature - 2004 - 600 pages
...wretched failing frailties of the flesh. In an almost Nietzschean way, struggle would be the proof: 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more...form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now, What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! And, through struggle,... | |
 | Deborah Forbes - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 260 pages
...they created it.113 The more characteristic Byronic mode is described in Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more...form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse... | |
 | Thomas Keymer, Jon Mee - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 332 pages
...of writing sets down a trace of self which, despite its artificial shape, also offers transcendence: 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more...form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought!16 But Childe Harold... | |
 | Drummond Bone - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 340 pages
...forgetfulness around' the imagining self, but it also offers the prospect of much more than forgetfulness: 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more...form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse... | |
 | Ian L. Donnachie, Carmen Lavin - History - 2004 - 400 pages
...With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell. 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more...With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we imagine, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, 50 Soul of my thought! with whom... | |
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Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. 
