How to Read PoetryMcClurg, 1918 - 180 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 15 iš 22
15 psl.
... kinds of poetry ; to do so would be as regret- table as for all to love the same kinds of food or friends . But if we don't love some kind of poetry it's because we're not normal or be- cause we're not reading or choosing aright ...
... kinds of poetry ; to do so would be as regret- table as for all to love the same kinds of food or friends . But if we don't love some kind of poetry it's because we're not normal or be- cause we're not reading or choosing aright ...
18 psl.
... poetry is possible to every man , woman , and child in existence . Not , of course , as previously suggested , the same kind of enjoyment , nor , for that matter , the same kind of poetry . Far from it . Enjoy- ment as dissimilar , as ...
... poetry is possible to every man , woman , and child in existence . Not , of course , as previously suggested , the same kind of enjoyment , nor , for that matter , the same kind of poetry . Far from it . Enjoy- ment as dissimilar , as ...
22 psl.
... kind of poetry you clip and tuck away ( for everyone does it sometimes ) now- adays . The finest of skating songs would have but slight appeal in a northern blizzard , but who , in such circumstance , could resist a June poem ? Think ...
... kind of poetry you clip and tuck away ( for everyone does it sometimes ) now- adays . The finest of skating songs would have but slight appeal in a northern blizzard , but who , in such circumstance , could resist a June poem ? Think ...
24 psl.
... kind of enjoyment , that of satisfied recognition , will follow the read- ing . At all events , it is evident that spon- taneous , superlative emotional pleasure scarce could follow successive reading of the quoted poem and of , for ...
... kind of enjoyment , that of satisfied recognition , will follow the read- ing . At all events , it is evident that spon- taneous , superlative emotional pleasure scarce could follow successive reading of the quoted poem and of , for ...
31 psl.
... kind or form of religion ? will ever find in religious poetry recurrent joy and strength and solace . To the religious , as the loving , the poems of Christina Rossetti always have meant a very special delectation , as have the poems ...
... kind or form of religion ? will ever find in religious poetry recurrent joy and strength and solace . To the religious , as the loving , the poems of Christina Rossetti always have meant a very special delectation , as have the poems ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Alfred Noyes Amy Lowell ballads Bar-le-Duc beauty blank verse cadence Carl Sandburg City Cornucopia of Red currants dead dreams go dear delight earth Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Arlington Robinson emotions enjoyment eternal Eunice Tietjens expression Ezra Pound feel flowers formal poetry free verse Frost glory Hamilton Greene hath heart Heaven honey human Imagists impulse Kew in lilac-time kind of poetry less light lilting Lindsay live manner Masefield's ment Miss Lowell mood mother narrative poem nature never night Night Court nightingale Noyes poem story poetic poetry reading prose races rained all day read poetry reader remember rhyme rhythm rhythmic Robert Frost Rose Sandburg Sara Teasdale singers singing song sonnet soul spirit stirred sun sinks low sweet tender thee There's thing thou thought tion tive tree triolet Vachel Lindsay violets words youth
Populiarios ištraukos
129 psl. - And all their echoes, mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays...
119 psl. - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
115 psl. - ... and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened, and the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low...
133 psl. - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
120 psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care . Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
128 psl. - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
1 psl. - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
114 psl. - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
117 psl. - We have sinned, and have done perversely, we have committed wickedness : and so return unto Thee with all their heart, and with all their soul, in the land of their enemies, which led them away captive, and pray unto Thee toward their land, which Thou gavest unto their fathers, the city which Thou hast chosen, and the house which I have built for Thy Name : Then hear Thou their prayer and their supplication in heaven Thy dwelling place, and maintain their cause...
125 psl. - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines...