Elements of Literary CriticismHarper & Brothers, 1898 - 288 psl. |
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accent acter adjectives æsthetic anapest appear beautiful become blank-verse called char character charm Cintré color combinations conception dactyls Daniel Deronda dexterous phrase Dickens edge of doom effect elements embody emotion English entirely ethical expression external eyes fact feeling felt force genius George Eliot gives Hamlet harmony heart human nature iambic imagination impression individual interest lack language less literary power literature living look lyric Macbeth manner marked ment method metre metrical Milton mind modern mood moral musical never Nineveh noble passion pathetic fallacy philosophy phrasal power pict poem poet poetic poetry possess present prose rhyme rhythm rhythmical rhythmical units says seems sense shadow Shakespeare Shelley sometimes song sonnet soul sounds spirit stand-point structure style syllable sympathy Thackeray Theodore Watts things thou thought tion tone trochaic trochee true unity verse vidual words writer
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