Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical notices [&c.].1845 |
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... BEAUTY BEYOND EXPRESSION THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE 145 • 146 SELECTIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE , WITH CRITICAL NOTICE WHOLE STORY OF THE TEMPEST · 149 • 153 MACBETH AND THE WITCHES . 163 THE QUARREL OF OBERON AND TITANIA . 169 THE ...
... BEAUTY BEYOND EXPRESSION THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE 145 • 146 SELECTIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE , WITH CRITICAL NOTICE WHOLE STORY OF THE TEMPEST · 149 • 153 MACBETH AND THE WITCHES . 163 THE QUARREL OF OBERON AND TITANIA . 169 THE ...
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... beauty , and power , embodying and illustrating its conceptions by imagination and fancy , and modu- lating its language on the principle of variety in uniformity . Its means are whatever the universe contains ; and its ends , pleasure ...
... beauty , and power , embodying and illustrating its conceptions by imagination and fancy , and modu- lating its language on the principle of variety in uniformity . Its means are whatever the universe contains ; and its ends , pleasure ...
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... beauty is nothing but the loveliest form of pleasure . It is a passion for power , because power is im- pression ... beauty it must needs include beauty of sound ; and because , in the height of its enjoyment , it must show the ...
... beauty is nothing but the loveliest form of pleasure . It is a passion for power , because power is im- pression ... beauty it must needs include beauty of sound ; and because , in the height of its enjoyment , it must show the ...
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... beauty itself , which includes the charm of diversity within the flowing round of habit and ease . Poetry is imaginative passion . The quickest and subtlest test of the possession of its essence is in expression ; the variety of things ...
... beauty itself , which includes the charm of diversity within the flowing round of habit and ease . Poetry is imaginative passion . The quickest and subtlest test of the possession of its essence is in expression ; the variety of things ...
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... beauty of the flower in all its mystery and splen- dour . - If it be asked , how we know perceptions like these to be true , the answer is , by the fact of their existence , by the consent and delight of poetic readers . And as feeling ...
... beauty of the flower in all its mystery and splen- dour . - If it be asked , how we know perceptions like these to be true , the answer is , by the fact of their existence , by the consent and delight of poetic readers . And as feeling ...
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Agnes alliteration angels Archimago Ariel Ariosto Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson breath Caliban charm Chaucer Christabel Coleridge Correggio dance Dante delight divine doth dreadful dream earth enchanted exquisite eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy feeling fire flowers genius gentle golden goodly grace hair hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hecate imagination lady light live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton moon Morpheus mortal nature never night o'er OBERON pain painted Painter passage passion poem poet poetical poetry Porphyro Priam queen reader rhyme round satyrs sense Shakspeare sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit sprite stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine tears thee Theoph thine things thou art thought tion TITANIA Titian tree truth unto verse versification voice wanton wind wings witch wood word writing young δε
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Page 189 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 170 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 248 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 264 - 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 256 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
Page 122 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 315 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Page 323 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 158 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Page 322 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.