The Use of Color in the Verse of the English Romantic PoetsUniversity of Chicago Press, 1898 - 118 頁 |
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æsthetic amber average azure black beauty black azure black blue blanch blue black blush bright brown Browns Greens Byron Castle of Indolence cent cerulean Chaucer Childe Harold chrysolite classes as follows clouds coal-black Coleridge Coleridge's color-average color-interest color-scale color-terms color-treatment color-vocabulary color-words colorist Confessio Amantis Cowper crimson dark green distributed in classes Dunciad dusky ebon Elizabethan emerald English poetry English poets Epips flush gilded gold golden Gower gray Havelock Ellis hoar hoary hues human coloring ivory Keats Keats's Langland light lily livid lurid milk-white Milton Nature Number of lines onyms pale pallid percentages poems poet's poetic poetry Pope Pope's Prel purple Romantic Romanticists roseate rosy ruby ruddy russet sable sallow sanguine sapphire scarlet Scott shade Shakspere's Shelley Shelley's silver snow-white snowy snowy white Spenser sunburnt swart swarthy Table VII tawny Thomson tints tion TOTAL verdant verse violet vocabulary watchet words Wordsworth
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第 56 頁 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
第 78 頁 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings ; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
第 16 頁 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground, Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, 115 His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings and breast that flames with gold ? Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny.
第 50 頁 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars...
第 65 頁 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
第 74 頁 - The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it : now it wanes : it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers...
第 25 頁 - Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm ? When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stain'd; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around.
第 17 頁 - The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains. Now Cancer glows with Phoebus...
第 20 頁 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead— And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
第 86 頁 - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination— What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth— whether it existed before or not...