An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1923 - 524 psl. |
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... words are as true today as they were half a century ago when they were written . For " Poetry , " as Wordsworth said , " is as immortal as the heart of man . " If poetry is not immortal , it is at any rate more nearly so than any- thing ...
... words are as true today as they were half a century ago when they were written . For " Poetry , " as Wordsworth said , " is as immortal as the heart of man . " If poetry is not immortal , it is at any rate more nearly so than any- thing ...
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... words , the reasons why men turn to fiction and poetry are almost endless in their variety , but the reader whom every novelist and every poet most desires is he who first ascertains what the writer is trying to do and then judges his ...
... words , the reasons why men turn to fiction and poetry are almost endless in their variety , but the reader whom every novelist and every poet most desires is he who first ascertains what the writer is trying to do and then judges his ...
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... words . We do not always wish to escape life ; we often wish to learn more about it . The poet can show us the poetry latent in even the most prosaic surroundings . An old * Copyrighted by Little , Brown and Company . lady who was ...
... words . We do not always wish to escape life ; we often wish to learn more about it . The poet can show us the poetry latent in even the most prosaic surroundings . An old * Copyrighted by Little , Brown and Company . lady who was ...
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... , When farmer boy and barefoot girl Were wandering there already ? The poetry of words should help us to see the poetry of life . For poetry is not merely something found in books ; it is a way of looking at life THE STUDY OF POETRY 5 20.
... , When farmer boy and barefoot girl Were wandering there already ? The poetry of words should help us to see the poetry of life . For poetry is not merely something found in books ; it is a way of looking at life THE STUDY OF POETRY 5 20.
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... from later editions those verses of which they once were proudest . Poetry , again , resembles sorrow , love , and faith ; only experience can teach us the full meaning of the words . As Wordsworth said of 6 INTRODUCTION TO POETRY.
... from later editions those verses of which they once were proudest . Poetry , again , resembles sorrow , love , and faith ; only experience can teach us the full meaning of the words . As Wordsworth said of 6 INTRODUCTION TO POETRY.
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