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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... verse is generally out of harmony with it . That romantic suggestion which Shakespeare's blank verse catches in such writing as we get in the fifth act of the Merchant of Venice , and in hundreds of other passages , shows , however ...
... verse is generally out of harmony with it . That romantic suggestion which Shakespeare's blank verse catches in such writing as we get in the fifth act of the Merchant of Venice , and in hundreds of other passages , shows , however ...
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... verse in two of his worst poems , and disapproved of it in one of his critical essays . But his German winter was productive ; the poems of that year are among the finest in the second volume of Lyrical Ballads , published in 1800. He ...
... verse in two of his worst poems , and disapproved of it in one of his critical essays . But his German winter was productive ; the poems of that year are among the finest in the second volume of Lyrical Ballads , published in 1800. He ...
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... verse , to win the prize of Epic or Tragedy . Wordsworth took his start from reality ; he had something to say which had been specially revealed to him in the accidents of his life . His poetical task was to find expression for this ...
... verse , to win the prize of Epic or Tragedy . Wordsworth took his start from reality ; he had something to say which had been specially revealed to him in the accidents of his life . His poetical task was to find expression for this ...
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... verse . ' But besides the correction of false rhetoric , about which there was no real difference of opinion among his contemporaries , Wordsworth had a theory of his own , which went somewhat further , and emphati- cally recommended ...
... verse . ' But besides the correction of false rhetoric , about which there was no real difference of opinion among his contemporaries , Wordsworth had a theory of his own , which went somewhat further , and emphati- cally recommended ...
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... verse and a richer language , ' armoury of the invincible knights of old . ' But this implicit with drawal of his thesis did not affect his main position except to strengthen it : the conviction , namely , that the poetical idea or view ...
... verse and a richer language , ' armoury of the invincible knights of old . ' But this implicit with drawal of his thesis did not affect his main position except to strengthen it : the conviction , namely , that the poetical idea or view ...
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