The Way of the MakersMacmillan, 1925 - Всего страниц: 316 |
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... thee and thy goats , as the most capricious poet , honest Ovid , was among the Goths . Jaq . ( Aside ) O knowledge ill - inhabited , worse than Jove in a thatched house ! Touch . When a man's verses cannot be understood , nor a man's ...
... thee and thy goats , as the most capricious poet , honest Ovid , was among the Goths . Jaq . ( Aside ) O knowledge ill - inhabited , worse than Jove in a thatched house ! Touch . When a man's verses cannot be understood , nor a man's ...
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... thee till the break of day . " -William Blake From " Prometheus Unbound . " On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love - adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses , But feeds on the aërial kisses ...
... thee till the break of day . " -William Blake From " Prometheus Unbound . " On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love - adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses , But feeds on the aërial kisses ...
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... thee . Percy Bysshe Shelley From the preface to " Alastor . " The poem entitled Alastor may be considered as alle- gorical of one of the most interesting situations of the human mind . It represents a youth of uncorrupted feel- ings and ...
... thee . Percy Bysshe Shelley From the preface to " Alastor . " The poem entitled Alastor may be considered as alle- gorical of one of the most interesting situations of the human mind . It represents a youth of uncorrupted feel- ings and ...
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... thee stare . Approche neer , and looke up murily . Now war yow , sires , and lat this man have place ; He in the waast is shape as wel as I ; This were a popet in an arm tenbrace For any womman , smal and fair of face . He semeth ...
... thee stare . Approche neer , and looke up murily . Now war yow , sires , and lat this man have place ; He in the waast is shape as wel as I ; This were a popet in an arm tenbrace For any womman , smal and fair of face . He semeth ...
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... thee to preyse his arte , Although thou haddest never part ; Wherfor , al - so God me blesse , Joves halt hit greet humblesse , And vertu eek , that thou wolt make A - nyght ful ofte thyn heed to ake , In thy studie so thou writest ...
... thee to preyse his arte , Although thou haddest never part ; Wherfor , al - so God me blesse , Joves halt hit greet humblesse , And vertu eek , that thou wolt make A - nyght ful ofte thyn heed to ake , In thy studie so thou writest ...
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Стр. 11 - 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. 103 - The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.
Стр. 47 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Стр. 126 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Стр. 11 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, 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. 228 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side Idolatry) as much as any). He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature : had an excellent Phantsie ; brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Стр. 126 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? When Jubal struck the chorded shell His listening brethren stood around. And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so wel1.
Стр. 120 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Стр. 29 - The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other, according to their relative worth and dignity. He diffuses a tone, and spirit of unity, that blends, and (as it were) fuses, each into each, by that synthetic and magical power, to which we have exclusively appropriated the name of imagination.
Стр. 32 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.