The Nature and Elements of PoetryHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 338 páginas |
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... better . And for all of us , I should think , there can be no choicer quest , and none more refining , than , with the Muse before us , to seek the very well - spring and to discover the processes of her " wisdom mar- ried to immortal ...
... better . And for all of us , I should think , there can be no choicer quest , and none more refining , than , with the Muse before us , to seek the very well - spring and to discover the processes of her " wisdom mar- ried to immortal ...
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... better to control his plot and to reflect life as it is , keeps his personal emotion within such command that it fails to become rhythmical . Where it gets the better of him , and he breaks into blank verse or singsong , his work is ...
... better to control his plot and to reflect life as it is , keeps his personal emotion within such command that it fails to become rhythmical . Where it gets the better of him , and he breaks into blank verse or singsong , his work is ...
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... better , even though it characterizes an interlude . As a drop of prosaic feeling is said to precipitate a whole poem , so a drop of sentimental rhythm will bring a limpid tale or essay to cloudy effervescence . As for eloquence , which ...
... better , even though it characterizes an interlude . As a drop of prosaic feeling is said to precipitate a whole poem , so a drop of sentimental rhythm will bring a limpid tale or essay to cloudy effervescence . As for eloquence , which ...
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... in Modern Poetry . " As no better example can be found , in conveyance of the poetic and the plastic methods respectively , I do not hesitate to retain it . POET AND PAINTER 69 by its moving panorama , the 68 WHAT IS POETRY ?
... in Modern Poetry . " As no better example can be found , in conveyance of the poetic and the plastic methods respectively , I do not hesitate to retain it . POET AND PAINTER 69 by its moving panorama , the 68 WHAT IS POETRY ?
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... better than a picture . " Final analysis and summary of the chief of arts . THE Conquests of poetry , in fine , are those of pure intelligence , and of emotion that is unfet- tered . Like the higher mathematics , it is not dependent on ...
... better than a picture . " Final analysis and summary of the chief of arts . THE Conquests of poetry , in fine , are those of pure intelligence , and of emotion that is unfet- tered . Like the higher mathematics , it is not dependent on ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid æsthetic American antique Aristotle artist bard beauty blank verse Book of Job Browning Byron charm Coleridge conception creative criticism Dante declared didacticism divine drama dramatists EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN elements Emerson emotion English epic ethical expression faculty faith feeling fiction force genius gift Goethe Grecian Greek heart Homer human ideal idyllic imagination impassioned impersonal insight inspiration instinct invention Keats language Leigh Hunt less light literature Lucretius lyrical masterpieces matter Melencolia melody ment method Milton mind minstrels modern mood nature noble numbers Omar Khayyám painter passion pathetic fallacy perfect Plato poem poesy poet's poetic poetry Poets of America Preraphaelite preter prose rhythm rhythmical Robert Bridges romantic sense Shakespeare Shelley sion song Sophocles soul speech spirit style subjective taste Tennyson Theocritus things thou thought tion tive touch true truth universal utterance verse Victorian vision voice words Wordsworth youth
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Página 69 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; 101 She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Página 265 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Página 83 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 297 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night- wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 119 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Página 250 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 29 - Tasso, Mazzoni, and others, teaches what the laws are of a true epic poem, what of a dramatic, what of a lyric, what decorum is, which is the grand masterpiece to observe.
Página 47 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 276 - OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 289 - So the spirit lifted me up, and took me away, and I went in bitterness, in the heat of my spirit ; but the hand of the LORD was strong upon me.