An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1923 - 524 psl. |
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... singing still , and Alph going down to the darkness from Xanadu . " Borrowing the terminology of prose fic- tion , we shall call these two kinds of poetry realistic and romantic . There are times when we turn to poetry as a means of ...
... singing still , and Alph going down to the darkness from Xanadu . " Borrowing the terminology of prose fic- tion , we shall call these two kinds of poetry realistic and romantic . There are times when we turn to poetry as a means of ...
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... sing , Or tell of battles - make thyself a part Of the great tumult ; cling To the tossed wreck with terror in thy heart ; Scale , with the assaulting host , the rampart's height , And strike and struggle in the thickest fight . So ...
... sing , Or tell of battles - make thyself a part Of the great tumult ; cling To the tossed wreck with terror in thy heart ; Scale , with the assaulting host , the rampart's height , And strike and struggle in the thickest fight . So ...
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... Singing songs of praise to God . " They are not mine , " he told his wife , " I may praise them , they are not mine . " Then he died . And the world called Blake divine . John Gould Fletcher ( 1886- ) " It appears , " says Max Eastman ...
... Singing songs of praise to God . " They are not mine , " he told his wife , " I may praise them , they are not mine . " Then he died . And the world called Blake divine . John Gould Fletcher ( 1886- ) " It appears , " says Max Eastman ...
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... sing itself to him , as the poet meant that it should . Music without words , on the other hand , is apt to arouse an emotion which is vague and undefined , not linked to any definite idea or image . When we hear even so simple an air ...
... sing itself to him , as the poet meant that it should . Music without words , on the other hand , is apt to arouse an emotion which is vague and undefined , not linked to any definite idea or image . When we hear even so simple an air ...
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... sing them . The airs , nevertheless , are genuinely melodious and are not the echoes of European music . They are , however , colored by the sentimentality characteristic of much of our music and poetry . “ The Old Oaken Bucket " and ...
... sing them . The airs , nevertheless , are genuinely melodious and are not the echoes of European music . They are , however , colored by the sentimentality characteristic of much of our music and poetry . “ The Old Oaken Bucket " and ...
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Alfred Noyes American poets Amy Lowell anapestic beauty blank verse breath Browning Burns Byron called contemporary couplet dactylic Danny Deever dark dead death Dobson doth dream earth Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Arlington Robinson Elegy England English poetry eyes fair feet flowers following poem free verse glory Gray hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hills Hymn iambic iambic pentameter John John Masefield Keats King Kipling lady land light verse lines Longfellow Lord lyric Maryland Masefield melody meter Milton never night o'er poet poet's poetic prose quatrain quote rhyme rhythm rime Ring Robert romantic rose Shakespeare sing sleep song sonnet soul sound stanza stars sweet syllables tell Tennyson thee thine things thou thought trees trochaic vers de société Whitman wild William William Wordsworth wind words Wordsworth write written wrote
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