The Theory of PoetryM. Seeker, 1926 - 222 Seiten |
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... his art that he has nothing but mechanical dodges to rely on , he will certainly kill his inspiration . But that is through defective art . The poet who can compel us to feel his inspiration as a living force is 33 Introductory.
... his art that he has nothing but mechanical dodges to rely on , he will certainly kill his inspiration . But that is through defective art . The poet who can compel us to feel his inspiration as a living force is 33 Introductory.
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Lascelles Abercrombie. us to feel his inspiration as a living force is obviously the poet who can summon the art necessary to exhibit it : and the greater his inspiration , the more art he would require . That extraordinary enabling of ...
Lascelles Abercrombie. us to feel his inspiration as a living force is obviously the poet who can summon the art necessary to exhibit it : and the greater his inspiration , the more art he would require . That extraordinary enabling of ...
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... and purely 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.
... and purely 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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... living in the house : and even the subject would only take us as far as a washed - in perspective . But the matter of a poem does correspond with some- thing : just as the plan of a house corresponds with something . There was something ...
... living in the house : and even the subject would only take us as far as a washed - in perspective . But the matter of a poem does correspond with some- thing : just as the plan of a house corresponds with something . There was something ...
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... living the lives of Tristram and Iseult - he himself was exulting in their love , and anguishing in their disaster . And because of this ( here is the heart of the matter ) the whole series of events and passions fuses into one fiery ...
... living the lives of Tristram and Iseult - he himself was exulting in their love , and anguishing in their disaster . And because of this ( here is the heart of the matter ) the whole series of events and passions fuses into one fiery ...
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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...