Introduction to Poetry: Poetic Expression, Poetic Truth - the Progress of PoetryJ. Murray, 1902 - 174 psl. |
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... literature - teaching . In other words , its object is to stimulate a reasonable pleasure in poetry . Elsewhere I have written , " If the new learning is to replace the old in our national system of education , English litera- ture will ...
... literature - teaching . In other words , its object is to stimulate a reasonable pleasure in poetry . Elsewhere I have written , " If the new learning is to replace the old in our national system of education , English litera- ture will ...
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... literature is really to take its place as a serious mental discipline , we must rid ourselves of the old limit- " ations . One wants to teach children how to read , to help them to hear with trained ears the most perfect and melodious ...
... literature is really to take its place as a serious mental discipline , we must rid ourselves of the old limit- " ations . One wants to teach children how to read , to help them to hear with trained ears the most perfect and melodious ...
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... Literature in Wes- leyan University ( New York , Macmillan , 1899 ) , and The Classical Heritage of the Middle Ages , by Henry Osborn Taylor ( New York , the Columbia University Press , 1901 ) . Among recent authorities in England , I ...
... Literature in Wes- leyan University ( New York , Macmillan , 1899 ) , and The Classical Heritage of the Middle Ages , by Henry Osborn Taylor ( New York , the Columbia University Press , 1901 ) . Among recent authorities in England , I ...
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... literature must always finish its sentences . Most of the sentences in talk are broken and unfinished . The eye , the hand , the inflection of the voice , and , not least , the sympathy of the listener , do half our talking for us ...
... literature must always finish its sentences . Most of the sentences in talk are broken and unfinished . The eye , the hand , the inflection of the voice , and , not least , the sympathy of the listener , do half our talking for us ...
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... literature can afford to exact its full measure from each word , and the words " common speech " form together the most direct complete expression of the thought in my mind . Moreover , they suggest to a well - read man certain other ...
... literature can afford to exact its full measure from each word , and the words " common speech " form together the most direct complete expression of the thought in my mind . Moreover , they suggest to a well - read man certain other ...
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Introduction to Poetry– Poetic Expression, Poetic Truth, the Progress of Poetry Laurie Magnus Peržiūra negalima - 2012 |
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