From Whitman to Sandburg in American Poetry: A Critical SurveyMacmillan, 1924 - 245 psl. |
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... and the object of this communion is love , the desire to mix and mingle and be totally lost and absorbed in the divine . Though mysticism is the essence and basis of religion , and Whitman's mysticism partook of many of WALT WHITMAN 15.
... and the object of this communion is love , the desire to mix and mingle and be totally lost and absorbed in the divine . Though mysticism is the essence and basis of religion , and Whitman's mysticism partook of many of WALT WHITMAN 15.
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... desire to eliminate the dead abstractions from poetry , the stock poetical touches , as he called them , and to cling to the live and grow- ing image itself . His view of the emotions as the inner center of spiritual life is more ...
... desire to eliminate the dead abstractions from poetry , the stock poetical touches , as he called them , and to cling to the live and grow- ing image itself . His view of the emotions as the inner center of spiritual life is more ...
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... desire to gild the lily or add a glory to the rose . The poetical " cannery " is , like the old time religion , quite good enough . It was their desire to write colloquial poems , and of a dramatic nature , to be read at country schools ...
... desire to gild the lily or add a glory to the rose . The poetical " cannery " is , like the old time religion , quite good enough . It was their desire to write colloquial poems , and of a dramatic nature , to be read at country schools ...
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... desire to stop and dance , and take one's pleasure for at least one evening sitting at the door of the cabin of this old Uncle Remus . But we linger too long over these artless rhymes . And I do not wish to praise them too much , for I ...
... desire to stop and dance , and take one's pleasure for at least one evening sitting at the door of the cabin of this old Uncle Remus . But we linger too long over these artless rhymes . And I do not wish to praise them too much , for I ...
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... desire : I have been faithful to thee , Cynara , in my fashion . " And this unattainable nympholeptic quest for the white , unhealthily - pure Cynara , we see repeated in different form in the nemesis that attended on Oscar Wilde's ...
... desire : I have been faithful to thee , Cynara , in my fashion . " And this unattainable nympholeptic quest for the white , unhealthily - pure Cynara , we see repeated in different form in the nemesis that attended on Oscar Wilde's ...
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From Whitman to Sandburg in American Poetry– A Critical Survey Bruce Weirick Visos knygos peržiūra - 1924 |
From Whitman to Sandburg in American Poetry– A Critical Survey Bruce Weirick Visos knygos peržiūra - 1924 |
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