The Nature and Elements of PoetryHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 338 psl. |
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... perfect a union . In his more general mood he atones for such wantonness , reiterating again and again that the poet is a seer , possessed of all secrets and guided by an inspiring spirit ; that without his second sight , his interpre ...
... perfect a union . In his more general mood he atones for such wantonness , reiterating again and again that the poet is a seer , possessed of all secrets and guided by an inspiring spirit ; that without his second sight , his interpre ...
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... perfect their reconciliation . Though poetry must come by the first intention , if at all , and inspiration laughs at technical processes , even the unlettered minstrel conforms to law , as little conscious of it as some vireo in the ...
... perfect their reconciliation . Though poetry must come by the first intention , if at all , and inspiration laughs at technical processes , even the unlettered minstrel conforms to law , as little conscious of it as some vireo in the ...
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... perfect trituration , has been the English Vergil of our day . Browning's trade - mark is , plainly , the antithesis of what I here mean by style . Our own Longfellow furnishes the New World counterpart of Vergil . In the ascetic ...
... perfect trituration , has been the English Vergil of our day . Browning's trade - mark is , plainly , the antithesis of what I here mean by style . Our own Longfellow furnishes the New World counterpart of Vergil . In the ascetic ...
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... perfect transcript of life - the best of teachers is before us . In the narrative books of the Bible the good and bad appear without disguise . All is set forth with the frankness that made the heart of the Hebrew tent - dweller the ...
... perfect transcript of life - the best of teachers is before us . In the narrative books of the Bible the good and bad appear without disguise . All is set forth with the frankness that made the heart of the Hebrew tent - dweller the ...
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... perfect comprehension of Heine , Joubert , Sé- nancour , and , doubtless , Amiel . His ca- Look in thy reer strengthens my belief that the true write . " way is the natural one , that way into which the artist is led by impulse ...
... perfect comprehension of Heine , Joubert , Sé- nancour , and , doubtless , Amiel . His ca- Look in thy reer strengthens my belief that the true write . " way is the natural one , that way into which the artist is led by impulse ...
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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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