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In these respects it remains in the stage of artistic childhood : the story seems
often to wander at its own will , hardly directed at all by the poet ' s mind . Indeed
in both art and life it is largely a mediaeval survivor . One of the most striking ...
In these respects it remains in the stage of artistic childhood : the story seems
often to wander at its own will , hardly directed at all by the poet ' s mind . Indeed
in both art and life it is largely a mediaeval survivor . One of the most striking ...
Сторінка 15
Chaucer had a clearer view of life than Spenser , and he had more ease and
humour ; but , on the whole , he loves the ground : he could not maintain himself
for long on the heights of poetry , with mind and imagination and emotion all
uplifted ...
Chaucer had a clearer view of life than Spenser , and he had more ease and
humour ; but , on the whole , he loves the ground : he could not maintain himself
for long on the heights of poetry , with mind and imagination and emotion all
uplifted ...
Сторінка 25
By the greatness of his nature and the power of his style he carries the minds of
his readers far away above his patron ' s personal achievements , fulfilling and
exalting their imagination with the vision of high things of everlasting truth and ...
By the greatness of his nature and the power of his style he carries the minds of
his readers far away above his patron ' s personal achievements , fulfilling and
exalting their imagination with the vision of high things of everlasting truth and ...
Сторінка 27
Here is certainly the great subject made great by the greatness of the poet ' s
mind . His ostensible subject is indeed the victory of Asopicus in a race at
Olympia ; and that is all the average man would have seen in it . But what does
Pindar see ...
Here is certainly the great subject made great by the greatness of the poet ' s
mind . His ostensible subject is indeed the victory of Asopicus in a race at
Olympia ; and that is all the average man would have seen in it . But what does
Pindar see ...
Сторінка 28
That is how the mind and imagination that produce the great style work , on the
side of subject . From the smallest thing there is a true and natural steppingstone
to the greatest things , and such a mind is sure to find it , is sure to know how to ...
That is how the mind and imagination that produce the great style work , on the
side of subject . From the smallest thing there is a true and natural steppingstone
to the greatest things , and such a mind is sure to find it , is sure to know how to ...
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