The Criticism of LiteratureMacmillan, 1928 - 397 psl. |
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A. A. Milne æsthetic appeal Aristotle artist beauty biography century chapter character climax closet drama creative critic definite delight detail Dickens drama Dryden E. E. Cummings E. V. Lucas Elinor Wylie epic essay Essay on Criticism ethical expression fact familiar feeling free verse give harmony human humor iambic pentameter idea images imagination instance intellectual value interest interpretation Jane Austen Keats Letty lines literary literature lyric Macmillan material means merely metrical mind modern moral narrative nature never novel novelist Olivia Paradise Lost passage perhaps picture play pleasure plot poem poet poetic experience poetry present Psychology of Beauty purpose reader realistic realize rhyme rhythm scene sense Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's significance sometimes sound speech spirit stanza story structure style suggested symbol things thought tion true truth unity verse vision whole words Wordsworth writer
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