The Nature and Elements of PoetryHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 338 psl. |
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... OF VICTORIAN POETS , " POETS OF AMERICA , " ETC. IndD bien ou rven . The Riverside Press BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON , MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press , Cambridge 1892 GSI Copyright , 1892 , BY EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN .
... OF VICTORIAN POETS , " POETS OF AMERICA , " ETC. IndD bien ou rven . The Riverside Press BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON , MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press , Cambridge 1892 GSI Copyright , 1892 , BY EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN .
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... as far as I can learn , among British and American universities , that being the chair endowed at Oxford by Henry Birk- head , in 1708 , from which much learned argument has been delivered since the time of Warton , and.
... as far as I can learn , among British and American universities , that being the chair endowed at Oxford by Henry Birk- head , in 1708 , from which much learned argument has been delivered since the time of Warton , and.
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... American establishments - our halls of learn- ing and beauty and worship - are founded , as you know , for the most part not by governmental edict ; they usually take their being from the sentiment , the ideal impulses , of individuals ...
... American establishments - our halls of learn- ing and beauty and worship - are founded , as you know , for the most part not by governmental edict ; they usually take their being from the sentiment , the ideal impulses , of individuals ...
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... concrete form . The outcome is scarcely more exact and substantial than the pretty thesis caroled by " one of America's pet Marjories " in her tenth CLEARER UTTERANCES 25 year , and long since become of 24 ORACLES OLD AND NEW.
... concrete form . The outcome is scarcely more exact and substantial than the pretty thesis caroled by " one of America's pet Marjories " in her tenth CLEARER UTTERANCES 25 year , and long since become of 24 ORACLES OLD AND NEW.
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... America " : pp . 153-155 , 262 , 382 . We latterly find our bards alive to scientific reve- lations . It has been well said that a " Paradise Lost " could not be written in this century , even by a Milton . In his time the Copernican ...
... America " : pp . 153-155 , 262 , 382 . We latterly find our bards alive to scientific reve- lations . It has been well said that a " Paradise Lost " could not be written in this century , even by a Milton . In his time the Copernican ...
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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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