Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Том 3W. & R. Chambers, 1903 |
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... poetry . It had two sides : one side concerned that of poetic methods , and one that of poetic energy . It was partly realistic as seen in Wordsworth's portion of the Lyrical Ballads , and partly imaginative as seen in Cole- ridge's ...
... poetry . It had two sides : one side concerned that of poetic methods , and one that of poetic energy . It was partly realistic as seen in Wordsworth's portion of the Lyrical Ballads , and partly imaginative as seen in Cole- ridge's ...
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... poetry passes as the primitive conditions of civilisation pass . And then for the most part it can only be succeeded ... Poetry ' in the Encyclopædia Britannica - exists in poetry between absolute vision and relative vision . That a ...
... poetry passes as the primitive conditions of civilisation pass . And then for the most part it can only be succeeded ... Poetry ' in the Encyclopædia Britannica - exists in poetry between absolute vision and relative vision . That a ...
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... poetry , Burns . The period of wonder in English poetry may perhaps be said to have ended with Milton . For Milton , although born only twenty - three years before the first of the great poets of acceptance , Dryden , belongs properly ...
... poetry , Burns . The period of wonder in English poetry may perhaps be said to have ended with Milton . For Milton , although born only twenty - three years before the first of the great poets of acceptance , Dryden , belongs properly ...
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... poetry . But if his treatment of Troilus and Cressida is grotesque , what shall be said of his treatment of the most romantic of all plays , The Tempest , where , in order to improve the romantic interest of the play , he and D'Avenant ...
... poetry . But if his treatment of Troilus and Cressida is grotesque , what shall be said of his treatment of the most romantic of all plays , The Tempest , where , in order to improve the romantic interest of the play , he and D'Avenant ...
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... poetry must die out altogether unless some kind of reaction should set in . Roughly speaking , from the appearance of the last of Milton's poetry to the publication of Parnell's Night - piece , the business of the poet was not to ...
... poetry must die out altogether unless some kind of reaction should set in . Roughly speaking , from the appearance of the last of Milton's poetry to the publication of Parnell's Night - piece , the business of the poet was not to ...
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