Introduction to Poetry: Poetic Expression, Poetic Truth - the Progress of PoetryJ. Murray, 1902 - 174 psl. |
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... require it except to express that meaning . But the word , though uncultivated , may be said to have possi- bilities ... requiring imagination , and if you reserve it for this purpose you must mark it as a word on its trial . ( 10 ) ...
... require it except to express that meaning . But the word , though uncultivated , may be said to have possi- bilities ... requiring imagination , and if you reserve it for this purpose you must mark it as a word on its trial . ( 10 ) ...
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... requires : all its results have causes - the rest of knowledge is irrational and illusory . But now consider one aspect of human life , and ask if the truth of science is adequate to the facts of experience . Take love in man . Love ...
... requires : all its results have causes - the rest of knowledge is irrational and illusory . But now consider one aspect of human life , and ask if the truth of science is adequate to the facts of experience . Take love in man . Love ...
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... requires a special language . But there is no difficulty in showing that his practice was better than his principle . Thus , Mr F. W. H. Myers , * " to illustrate the inadequacy of Wordsworth's theory to explain the merits of his own ...
... requires a special language . But there is no difficulty in showing that his practice was better than his principle . Thus , Mr F. W. H. Myers , * " to illustrate the inadequacy of Wordsworth's theory to explain the merits of his own ...
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... require and exact one and the same language . Metre is but adventitious to composition , and the phraseology for which that passport is necessary , even where it may be graceful at all , will be little valued by the judicious . " § 39 ...
... require and exact one and the same language . Metre is but adventitious to composition , and the phraseology for which that passport is necessary , even where it may be graceful at all , will be little valued by the judicious . " § 39 ...
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... requires only a hundred and forty syllables arranged grammatically and sensibly with the rhymes distributed by rule . Inspiration is a necessary ingredient , but it may be admitted that in certain ages of poetry , the sixteenth century ...
... requires only a hundred and forty syllables arranged grammatically and sensibly with the rhymes distributed by rule . Inspiration is a necessary ingredient , but it may be admitted that in certain ages of poetry , the sixteenth century ...
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