Quotations Midterm 1 Flashcards
The Lunatic, the Lover, and the Poet, Are of imagination all compact
gives to airy nothing, a local habitation, And a name.
Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Some natural tears they drop’d, but wip’d them soon;
The World was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guidE:
They hand in hand with wandering steps and slowl
Through EDEN took their solitarie way
Milton, Paradise Lost
Besides this, there is another connexion of ideas wholly owing to chance or custom: ideas, that in themselves are not of kn, come to be so united in some men’s minds, that is very hard to separate them; they always keep in company, and the one no sooner at any time comes into the understanding, but its associate appears with it
John Locke, An Essay ConcerningHuman Understanding
Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about errible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongets emotion which the midn is capable of feeling.
When danger or pain press too nearly, they are incapable of giving any delight, and are simply terrible; but at certain distances, and wiithin certain modifications, they may be, and they are delightful
Edmund Burke, Enquiry into the Origins of Our Ideas of the Sublime and the Beautiful
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
The most sublime act is to set anotherb efore you.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
Every thing possible to be believed is an image of turth.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires
Where man is not nature is barren
William Blake, Marriage of Heaven and Hell
the real language of men in a state of vivid sensation
the manner in which we associate ideas in a state of excitement
low and rustic life was geenrally chosen, because in that condition, the essentioal passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attatin their maturity
such men hourly communicate with the best objects from which teh best part of language is originally derived
poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings
by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic, had also thought long and deeply
he is a man speaking to men (poet)
emotion recollected in tranquility
William Wordsworth, Preface to Lyrical Ballads
burden of the mystery
we are laid asleep in body, and become a living soul
in this moment there is life and food for future years
flying from something that he dreads, than one who sought the thing he loved
the still, sad music of humanity
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her
recognize in nature and the language of the sense, the anchor of my purest thoughts
William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey
when the light of sense goes out in flashes that have shewn to us the invisible world
workings of one mind, the features of the same face, blossoms upon one tree
William Wordsworth, The Prelude
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom
Now lending splendor,
The wilderness has a mysterious tongue
Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild,
So solemn, so seren, that man may be
But for such faith with nature reconciled;
Thou hast a voice, great Mtn, to repeal
Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood
By all, but which the wise, and great, and good
Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.
The secret strength of things
Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome
Of heaven is as a law, inhabits, thee!
And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea,
If to the human mind’s imaginings
Silence and solitude were vacancy?
PB Shelley, Mont Blanc
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
PB Shelley, Ozymandias
Their language is vitally metaphorical; that is, it marks the before unapprehended relations of things
In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet
Poets
they are the institutors of laws, and the founders of civil society
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the World
PB Shelley, Defense of Poetry
She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die
Keats; Ode to Melancholy
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense
Now more than ever seems it rich to die
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: Do I wake or sleep?
Keats, Ode to a Nightingale
still unravish’d bride of quietness
beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
Keats, Ode to a Grecian Ur
Negative Capability… when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason…
Keats, Letter
