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... true , if thou wert mortal wight , And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight ? Thomas Warton observes of this Ode , that " on the whole , from a boy of seventeen , it is an extraordinary effort of fancy , expression , and ...
... true , if thou wert mortal wight , And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight ? Thomas Warton observes of this Ode , that " on the whole , from a boy of seventeen , it is an extraordinary effort of fancy , expression , and ...
Page xvi
... true poetry , that one is almost inclined to believe the superstition real . " I cannot doubt that this hymn was the congenial prelude of that holy and inspired imagination which produced the " Paradise Lost , " nearly forty years ...
... true poetry , that one is almost inclined to believe the superstition real . " I cannot doubt that this hymn was the congenial prelude of that holy and inspired imagination which produced the " Paradise Lost , " nearly forty years ...
Page xvii
... true poet , in describing the Syrian superstitions , selects such as were most susceptible of poetical enlargement ; and which , from the wildness of their cere- monies , were most interesting to the fancy . " There are magical words of ...
... true poet , in describing the Syrian superstitions , selects such as were most susceptible of poetical enlargement ; and which , from the wildness of their cere- monies , were most interesting to the fancy . " There are magical words of ...
Page xxvi
... true point : Gray caught some of the infusion ; and I suspect , that in two or three images or epithets , he was indebted to Collins ; but did not owe his tone to the Warton school , being rather their senior , and drinking from the ...
... true point : Gray caught some of the infusion ; and I suspect , that in two or three images or epithets , he was indebted to Collins ; but did not owe his tone to the Warton school , being rather their senior , and drinking from the ...
Page xxvii
... true poets give to imagery confer upon it its spell : " Lycidas ” is full of these epithets from beginning to end : they are always fresh and exquisitely vivid , but never extravagant or over - ornamental . The versification is as ...
... true poets give to imagery confer upon it its spell : " Lycidas ” is full of these epithets from beginning to end : they are always fresh and exquisitely vivid , but never extravagant or over - ornamental . The versification is as ...
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Page 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Page 175 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 175 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page xvi - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Page 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
Page 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Page lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 195 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.