"To-day we purpose—aye, this hour we mount
To spur three
leagues towards the Apennine.
Come down, we pray thee, ere the hot sun
count
His dewy rosary on the eglantine." oil painting reproductions
Seizing on the outside resemblances of bead form, and on the
slipping from their threading bough one by one, the fancy is content to lose the
heart of the thing, the solemnity of prayer: or perhaps I do the glorious poet
wrong in saying this, for the sense of a sun worship and orison in beginning its
race, may have been in his mind; and so far as it was so, the passage is
imaginative and not fanciful. But that which most readers would accept from it,
is the mere flash of the external image, in whose truth the fancy herself does
not yet believe and therefore is not yet contemplative. Here, however, is fancy
believing in the images she creates:— oil painting reproductions for sale
"It feeds the quick growth of the serpent-vine,
And the dark
linked ivy tangling wild
And budding, blown, or odor faded blooms,
Which
star the winds with points of colored light
As they rain through
them; and bright golden globes
Of fruit suspended in their own green
heaven."
It is not, observe, a mere likeness that is caught here; but the flowers and fruit are entirely deprived by the fancy of their material existence, and contemplated by her seriously and faithfully as stars and worlds; yet it is only external likeness that she catches; she forces the resemblance, and lowers the dignity of the adopted image. abstract oil paintings on canvas
Next take two delicious stanzas of fancy regardant, (believing in her creations,) followed by one of heavenly imagination, from Wordsworth's address to the daisy:—
"A Nun demure—of lowly port;
Or sprightly maiden—of Love's court,
In thy simplicity the sport
Of all temptations.
A Queen in crown of rubies drest,
A starveling in a scanty vest,
Are all as seems to suit thee best,—
Thy appellations. cheap oil paintings on canvas
I see thee glittering from afar,
And then thou art a pretty star,—
Not quite so fair as many are
In heaven above thee.
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest;—
May peace come never to his nest
Who shall reprove thee. large oil paintings for sale
Sweet flower—for by that name at last,
When all my reveries are past,
I call thee, and to that cleave fast.
Sweet silent creature,
That breath'st with me, in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share
Of thy meek nature." oil paintings for sale online
Or sprightly maiden—of Love's court,
In thy simplicity the sport
Of all temptations.
A Queen in crown of rubies drest,
A starveling in a scanty vest,
Are all as seems to suit thee best,—
Thy appellations. cheap oil paintings on canvas
I see thee glittering from afar,
And then thou art a pretty star,—
Not quite so fair as many are
In heaven above thee.
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest;—
May peace come never to his nest
Who shall reprove thee. large oil paintings for sale
Sweet flower—for by that name at last,
When all my reveries are past,
I call thee, and to that cleave fast.
Sweet silent creature,
That breath'st with me, in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share
Of thy meek nature." oil paintings for sale online
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