A Study of the Short StoryH. Holt, 1913 - 273 стор. |
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... imagination of the French poet worked freely upon his old plot . The process was not different from that by which the Greeks and Romans wrought their myths into artistic forms . To the old stories the French writers added many new ones ...
... imagination of the French poet worked freely upon his old plot . The process was not different from that by which the Greeks and Romans wrought their myths into artistic forms . To the old stories the French writers added many new ones ...
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... imagination which sometimes filled that other didactic type of the Middle Ages , the allegory , never transformed these humble stories into art . Yet there was one mode - variety is scarcely the word- of the medieval short story whose ...
... imagination which sometimes filled that other didactic type of the Middle Ages , the allegory , never transformed these humble stories into art . Yet there was one mode - variety is scarcely the word- of the medieval short story whose ...
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... imagination , too little shaped to the purposes of didacticism , to be typical of this periodical short story . The novel with its wealth of characters , and broad field unrestricted by the need of driving home a moral reflection , was ...
... imagination , too little shaped to the purposes of didacticism , to be typical of this periodical short story . The novel with its wealth of characters , and broad field unrestricted by the need of driving home a moral reflection , was ...
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... imaginative form to all readers of the Eng- lish romantic poets and the German story - tellers . It was really new only in technique . What was this much talked of technique of Poe ? Just this : Poe carried to the nth power an old ...
... imaginative form to all readers of the Eng- lish romantic poets and the German story - tellers . It was really new only in technique . What was this much talked of technique of Poe ? Just this : Poe carried to the nth power an old ...
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... imagination . But the new art of structure is also mani- fest . The incidents of a plot in which the disgusting hero is obsessed by the beautiful teeth of his cousin , and ravishes them from her corpse in the grave , all point forward ...
... imagination . But the new art of structure is also mani- fest . The incidents of a plot in which the disgusting hero is obsessed by the beautiful teeth of his cousin , and ravishes them from her corpse in the grave , all point forward ...
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Сторінка 97 - The valley that thou seest, said he, is the vale of misery, and the tide of water that thou seest is part of the great tide of eternity. What is the reason, said I, that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other? What thou seest, said he, is that portion of eternity which is called time, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine now...
Сторінка 100 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Сторінка 95 - I ascended the high hills of Bagdat in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Сторінка 98 - I observed some with scimitars in their hands, and others with urinals, who ran to and fro upon the bridge, thrusting several persons on trapdoors which did not seem to lie in their way, and which they might have escaped had they not been thus forced upon them. ' The genius seeing me indulge myself in this melancholy prospect, told me I had dwelt long enough upon it : "Take thine eyes off the bridge," said he, " and tell me if thou yet seest anything thou dost not comprehend." Upon looking up,
Сторінка 97 - that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other?" "What thou seest," said he, "is that portion of eternity which is called time, measured out by the sun and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine now," said he, "this sea that is thus bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it." "I see a bridge," said I, "standing in the midst of the tide." "The bridge thou seest," said he,...
Сторінка 97 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon...
Сторінка 99 - Look no more, said he, on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity ; but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several generations of mortals that fall into it.
Сторінка 96 - I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature ; and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him.
Сторінка 97 - Bridge, said I, standing in the Midst of the Tide. The Bridge thou seest, said he, is human Life, consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely Survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire Arches, with several broken Arches, which added to those that were entire, made up the Number about an hundred.
Сторінка 96 - The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and, taking me by the hand, Mirza, said he, I have heard thee in thy soliloquies; follow me.