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Стр. lvii - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Стр. lvii - Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact...
Стр. xliii - Thus meanly did this humble man think of this excellent book, which now bears the name of The Temple; or, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations; of which Mr Farrer would say, "There was in it the picture of a divine soul in every page: and that the whole book was such a harmony of holy passions, as would enrich the world with pleasure and piety.
Стр. 229 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Стр. 230 - A servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Стр. 94 - MY God, a verse is not a crown ; No point of honour, or gay suit, No hawk, or banquet, or renown, Nor a good sword, nor yet a lute : It cannot vault, or dance, or play ; It never was in France or Spain ; Nor can it entertain the day With a great stable or domain.
Стр. 120 - Man is all symmetry, Full of proportions, one limb to another, And all to all the world besides : Each part may call the farthest, brother : For head with foot hath private amity, And both with moons and tides.
Стр. 168 - HARK, how the birds do sing, And woods do ring. All creatures have their joy, and man hath his. Yet if we rightly measure, Man's joy and pleasure Rather hereafter, than in present, is. To this life things of sense Make their pretence : In th...
Стр. 72 - Almighty, sinner's tower, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six-days-world transposing in an hour, A kind of tune which all things hear and fear; Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss, Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in...