The Nature and Elements of PoetryHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 338 psl. |
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... language and haply of this Western world . But criticism of style and method should be ex- tended to specific productions , and to the writers of a certain period or literature . To the essays which in that wise have come from my own ...
... language and haply of this Western world . But criticism of style and method should be ex- tended to specific productions , and to the writers of a certain period or literature . To the essays which in that wise have come from my own ...
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... language is made by the grammarians and philologists , whose true function is simply to report it . makes and trains a poet . Yet even the poet has his teachers : first of all , since poetry is vocal , those from whom he learns the ...
... language is made by the grammarians and philologists , whose true function is simply to report it . makes and trains a poet . Yet even the poet has his teachers : first of all , since poetry is vocal , those from whom he learns the ...
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... language keeps pace with them . The time may come , indeed , when thought will not be " deeper than all speech , " nor " feeling deeper than all thought . " If we still lag in emotional expres- sion , we can excite feelings similar to ...
... language keeps pace with them . The time may come , indeed , when thought will not be " deeper than all speech , " nor " feeling deeper than all thought . " If we still lag in emotional expres- sion , we can excite feelings similar to ...
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... language.1 But a complete definition distinguishes the thing defined from everything else ; it denotes , as you know , " the species , the whole species , and no- thing but the species . " Bascom and Ruskin follow Mill , but Ruskin adds ...
... language.1 But a complete definition distinguishes the thing defined from everything else ; it denotes , as you know , " the species , the whole species , and no- thing but the species . " Bascom and Ruskin follow Mill , but Ruskin adds ...
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... language , and especially metrical language , which are created by that imperial fac- ulty whose throne is contained within the invisible nature of man . " More recently the poet - critic , Theodore Watts , in the best modern essay upon ...
... language , and especially metrical language , which are created by that imperial fac- ulty whose throne is contained within the invisible nature of man . " More recently the poet - critic , Theodore Watts , in the best modern essay upon ...
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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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