Introduction to Poetry: Poetic Expression, Poetic Truth - the Progress of PoetryJ. Murray, 1902 - 174 páginas |
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... for instance , wrote a poem On the Nature of things , which is complete in 7,413 lines ; and Catullus , who lived in the same age - the Ciceronian age of Rome VARIETIES OF FORM 57 -is the author of many complete 56 POETIC TRUTH.
... for instance , wrote a poem On the Nature of things , which is complete in 7,413 lines ; and Catullus , who lived in the same age - the Ciceronian age of Rome VARIETIES OF FORM 57 -is the author of many complete 56 POETIC TRUTH.
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... Catullus , the Roman , one of the greatest lyric poets , wrote two lines of verse which contain the whole secret of his art : " I hate , I love . You ask the causes of this fact ? I know not , but I feel it happen , and I'm racked ...
... Catullus , the Roman , one of the greatest lyric poets , wrote two lines of verse which contain the whole secret of his art : " I hate , I love . You ask the causes of this fact ? I know not , but I feel it happen , and I'm racked ...
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... reason and infer through months , and years , and centuries of investigation . contrast with this point of view , or , rather , with the mode of presentation selected by this learned F But writer , four lines from a poem by Catullus ...
... reason and infer through months , and years , and centuries of investigation . contrast with this point of view , or , rather , with the mode of presentation selected by this learned F But writer , four lines from a poem by Catullus ...
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... Catullus written nineteen hundred years ago : " Sed ubi oris aurei Sol radiantibus oculis Lustravit æthera album , sola dura , mare ferum Pepulitque noctis umbras vegetis sonipedibus , Ibi Somnus excitum Attin fugiens citus abiit ...
... Catullus written nineteen hundred years ago : " Sed ubi oris aurei Sol radiantibus oculis Lustravit æthera album , sola dura , mare ferum Pepulitque noctis umbras vegetis sonipedibus , Ibi Somnus excitum Attin fugiens citus abiit ...
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... Catullus and Wordsworth are scientifically inaccurate . Every epithet in their wonderful descriptive lines might be disputed as a matter of fact , and the man of science might refer the poets to his article in the Encyclopædia in order ...
... Catullus and Wordsworth are scientifically inaccurate . Every epithet in their wonderful descriptive lines might be disputed as a matter of fact , and the man of science might refer the poets to his article in the Encyclopædia in order ...
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Página 36 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Página 173 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.
Página 95 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Página 28 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Página 88 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean. Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 31 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Página 88 - Maenad, ev'n from the dim verge of the horizon to the zenith's height — the locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge of the dying year, to which this closing night will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, vaulted with all thy congregated might of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: Oh, hear!
Página 127 - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
Página 97 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 98 - Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.