The Theory of PoetryM. Seeker, 1926 - 222 Seiten |
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... imagination behind it . There is , at any rate , no saying what the result of inspiration will be in art . It may be an unusual directness and simplicity , as in that passage from Othello ; but it may just as well be an unusual ...
... imagination behind it . There is , at any rate , no saying what the result of inspiration will be in art . It may be an unusual directness and simplicity , as in that passage from Othello ; but it may just as well be an unusual ...
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... creates : it makes our minds become a moment of imaginative splendour . What do we care about criticising life while we are living in that style ? It is true , nevertheless , that on reflection we 42 The Theory of Poetry.
... creates : it makes our minds become a moment of imaginative splendour . What do we care about criticising life while we are living in that style ? It is true , nevertheless , that on reflection we 42 The Theory of Poetry.
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... imagination of the poet . If we are confirmed , by rejecting this heresy , in the common - sense and traditional view that the poet is a maker , and not a critic or philosopher , we should by now be confirmed also against all those ...
... imagination of the poet . If we are confirmed , by rejecting this heresy , in the common - sense and traditional view that the poet is a maker , and not a critic or philosopher , we should by now be confirmed also against all those ...
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... imagination — has been transformed into an inspira- tion : poetic composition has already begun when an inspiration has come into being . To determine the relation between the completed art of a poem and its inspiration is a little more ...
... imagination — has been transformed into an inspira- tion : poetic composition has already begun when an inspiration has come into being . To determine the relation between the completed art of a poem and its inspiration is a little more ...
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... imaginative experience which possesses our minds the instant the poem is finished , possessed the poet's mind the instant the poem began . For as soon as there flashed into complete single existence in his mind this many - coloured ...
... imaginative experience which possesses our minds the instant the poem is finished , possessed the poet's mind the instant the poem began . For as soon as there flashed into complete single existence in his mind this many - coloured ...
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accept achievement actual æsthetic alliteration Andromache art of poetry beauty become certainly character complete conscious convey criticism Dante Dante's delight diction distinction Divine Comedy effect emotion ence Epicurus euphony everything evil existence expression exquisite fact fancy Faust feel final force give guage Hamlet happened harmony heaven Homer human Iago idea Iliad imagery imaginative experience impression infinite inspiration instance intellectual kind language living Lucretius Macbeth magic matter meaning merely metre metrical rhythm Milton mood nature never organised Othello Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pattern peculiar perfect perience Peter Bell phrase poem poet poet's mind poetic world possible precisely Prometheus Prometheus Unbound purpose recognise rime Satan sense Shakespeare's Shelley significance simply single sonnet sort sound speech spirit syllables symbol syntax technique thing thing poetry thought tion tragedy unity unmis unmistakable verbal verse vision vivid vividly whole words Wordsworth
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Seite 123 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Seite 42 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Seite 245 - All strength, all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah, with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones, — I pass them unalarmed.
Seite 241 - Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.
Seite 239 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain-torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Seite 239 - There was a Boy : ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! — many a time At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake, And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm, and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him...
Seite 241 - The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct Upreared its head. I struck and struck again, And growing still in stature the grim shape Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
Seite 94 - Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold ; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Seite 244 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Seite 199 - The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...