The Nature and Elements of PoetryHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 338 páginas |
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... emotion should receive the same attention elsewhere given to his taste , sincerity , and imaginative power . My limits compelled me to speak of passion at the opening of the final lecture , where it does not pre- cisely belong , though ...
... emotion should receive the same attention elsewhere given to his taste , sincerity , and imaginative power . My limits compelled me to speak of passion at the opening of the final lecture , where it does not pre- cisely belong , though ...
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... emotion is its twin , through which come all fine experiences , and all great deeds are achieved . Man , after all , is placed here to live his life . Youth demands its share in every study that can engender a power or a de- light ...
... emotion is its twin , through which come all fine experiences , and all great deeds are achieved . Man , after all , is placed here to live his life . Youth demands its share in every study that can engender a power or a de- light ...
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... power of words to express all human ideas , a Whether lan- belief entertained by Joubert also . Nor guage is inade- quate . have I any doubt that for every clear thought , even for every emotion , words have been , or can.
... power of words to express all human ideas , a Whether lan- belief entertained by Joubert also . Nor guage is inade- quate . have I any doubt that for every clear thought , even for every emotion , words have been , or can.
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. for every emotion , words have been , or can be , found , as surely as there is a conquest ... emotions are clearer and richer , and language keeps pace with them . The time may come , indeed , when thought will ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. for every emotion , words have been , or can be , found , as surely as there is a conquest ... emotions are clearer and richer , and language keeps pace with them . The time may come , indeed , when thought will ...
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... emotion of the soul , makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints . " Landor , the modern Greek , whose art was his religion , repeats that " all the imitative arts have delight for their principal ob- ject ...
... emotion of the soul , makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints . " Landor , the modern Greek , whose art was his religion , repeats that " all the imitative arts have delight for their principal ob- ject ...
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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.