English Romantic Poets: Modern Essays in Criticism
This highly acclaimed volume contains thirty essays by such leading literary critics as A.O. Lovejoy, Lionel Trilling, C.S. Lewis, F.R. Leavis, Northrop Frye, Harold Bloom, Geoffrey Hartman, Jonathan Wordsworth, and Jack Stillinger. Covering the major poems by each of the important Romantic poets, the contributors present many significant perspectives in modern criticism--old and new, discursive and explicative, mimetic and rhetorical, literal and mythical, archetypal and phenomenological, pro and con.
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Agnes Albion ANº beauty Blake Blake's breath Byron called cantos child Christ Christian Coleridge Coleridge's consciousness context critics death divine Don Juan dramatic dream dreamer Dryden earth Eliot emotional English essay evil experience eyes fact feeling Four Zoas Giaour heart heaven human Hyperion idea imagery imagination innocence inspiration John Keats Jupiter Keats Keats's Kubla Khan light lines living Luvah Lycidas lyric Madeline Mariner Martha Ray means metaphor Milton mind modern moon moral myth nature never pain Paradise Lost passage passion perhaps poem poet poet's poetic poetry Porphyro Prelude Prometheus Prometheus Unbound reader Romantic romantic poetry Romanticism Satan seems sense Shelley Shelley's song sonnet soul speak spirit stanza suggest symbols T. S. Eliot thee theme things thou thought Tintern Abbey tion truth Urizen verse vision visionary William Wordsworth wind words Wordsworth writing
Стр. 151 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Стр. 192 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Стр. 195 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Стр. 217 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Стр. 351 - The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree, Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
Стр. 305 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Стр. 153 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea...
Стр. 177 - Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Стр. 414 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...