The BibelotThomas Bird Mosher Thomas B. Mosher, 1907 |
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... imagination , the former may be considered as mind contemplating the relations borne by one thought to another , however produced ; and the latter , as mind acting upon those thoughts so as to colour them with its own light , and ...
... imagination , the former may be considered as mind contemplating the relations borne by one thought to another , however produced ; and the latter , as mind acting upon those thoughts so as to colour them with its own light , and ...
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... imagination as the instrument to the agent , as the body to the spirit , as the shadow to the substance . man . Poetry , in a general sense , may be defined to be " the expression of the imagination : " and poetry is connate with the ...
... imagination as the instrument to the agent , as the body to the spirit , as the shadow to the substance . man . Poetry , in a general sense , may be defined to be " the expression of the imagination : " and poetry is connate with the ...
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... and restrict our view to the manner in which the imagination is expressed upon its forms . In the youth of the world , men dance and sing and imitate natural objects , observing in these actions 14 A DEFENCE OF POETRY.
... and restrict our view to the manner in which the imagination is expressed upon its forms . In the youth of the world , men dance and sing and imitate natural objects , observing in these actions 14 A DEFENCE OF POETRY.
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... imagination , and has relation to thoughts alone ; but all other materials , instruments , and conditions of art , have relations among each other , which limit and interpose between conception and expression . The former is as a mirror ...
... imagination , and has relation to thoughts alone ; but all other materials , instruments , and conditions of art , have relations among each other , which limit and interpose between conception and expression . The former is as a mirror ...
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... imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight , which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thoughts , and which form new inter- vals and interstices whose void for ever craves ...
... imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight , which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thoughts , and which form new inter- vals and interstices whose void for ever craves ...
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Página 103 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 95 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 157 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Página 102 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
Página 174 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 156 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Página 131 - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Página 97 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Página 93 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Página 21 - Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its colour and odour, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet.