The Manchester Quarterly: A Journal of Literature and Art, 第 4 卷Abel Heywood, 1885 |
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... , from Canace to Christabel , the distance in point of time is great , but the imagination takes that leap and links the two together . These two beautiful ladies are central figures , and the element of STORIES LEFT HALF TOLD . 7.
... , from Canace to Christabel , the distance in point of time is great , but the imagination takes that leap and links the two together . These two beautiful ladies are central figures , and the element of STORIES LEFT HALF TOLD . 7.
第 8 頁
A Journal of Literature and Art. beautiful ladies are central figures , and the element of the supernatural enters into both stories . Chaucer's beautiful Canace comes to us with the freshness of the morning about her as she walks in the ...
A Journal of Literature and Art. beautiful ladies are central figures , and the element of the supernatural enters into both stories . Chaucer's beautiful Canace comes to us with the freshness of the morning about her as she walks in the ...
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... Beautiful exceedingly ! We know how this lady fair and fell beguiled the holy Christabel by her false tale , and how this Geraldine was taken by the unsuspecting maiden to her bower in the castle , and how , on the way , They passed the ...
... Beautiful exceedingly ! We know how this lady fair and fell beguiled the holy Christabel by her false tale , and how this Geraldine was taken by the unsuspecting maiden to her bower in the castle , and how , on the way , They passed the ...
第 10 頁
... beautiful witch , with that veiled horror of hers , fascinated the aged knight , Sir Leoline , and estranged him from the spell- bound , woe - stricken Christabel , may all be read , but the sequel of it , in Coleridge's words , nowhere ...
... beautiful witch , with that veiled horror of hers , fascinated the aged knight , Sir Leoline , and estranged him from the spell- bound , woe - stricken Christabel , may all be read , but the sequel of it , in Coleridge's words , nowhere ...
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... beautiful fragment in all English literature . There was a mad wag of a poet , who wrote in Blackwood under the name of Morgan Odoherty , or Ensign Odoherty , who hailed from " Archie Cameron's college , Glasgow , " and who thought it ...
... beautiful fragment in all English literature . There was a mad wag of a poet , who wrote in Blackwood under the name of Morgan Odoherty , or Ensign Odoherty , who hailed from " Archie Cameron's college , Glasgow , " and who thought it ...
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第 233 頁 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain ! Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest hue, spread garlands at your feet? God! Let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer, and let the ice-plains echo, God...
第 115 頁 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
第 300 頁 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
第 215 頁 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
第 98 頁 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Bound these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
第 3 頁 - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
第 215 頁 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
第 10 頁 - And with low voice and doleful look These words did say: "In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow...
第 213 頁 - Lyrical Ballads^; in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic; yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
第 9 頁 - The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid their own white ashes lying; But when the lady passed, there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, 160 And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall. O softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well.