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... ότι οι νέαν κόλποις παρ ' ευδόξου Πίσας έστεφάνωσε κυδίμων αέθλων πτερoίσι
χαίταν . It is impossible to translate poetry ; above all , poetry like this . But even in
the far - off shadow of such a prose rendering as this which I have attempted ...
... ότι οι νέαν κόλποις παρ ' ευδόξου Πίσας έστεφάνωσε κυδίμων αέθλων πτερoίσι
χαίταν . It is impossible to translate poetry ; above all , poetry like this . But even in
the far - off shadow of such a prose rendering as this which I have attempted ...
Сторінка 28
Is the poet , that is , ever for a moment caught up out of the everyday facts of life ,
out of prose , out of himself ? Pindar may not have believed in the actual
existence of any such divinity as Echo ; Keats certainly did not believe in the
goddess ...
Is the poet , that is , ever for a moment caught up out of the everyday facts of life ,
out of prose , out of himself ? Pindar may not have believed in the actual
existence of any such divinity as Echo ; Keats certainly did not believe in the
goddess ...
Сторінка 43
Nor is that style often discoverable in the great Dryden , whose greatness is
rather of the mind than the imagination , while his simplicity begins to be rather
that of prose than that of poetry . I am one of those who , in spite of Swinburne ,
think ...
Nor is that style often discoverable in the great Dryden , whose greatness is
rather of the mind than the imagination , while his simplicity begins to be rather
that of prose than that of poetry . I am one of those who , in spite of Swinburne ,
think ...
Сторінка 44
But Landor , though as certainly not one of our great poets as he assuredly is one
of our very greatest masters of prose , touched these heights of style , it seems to
me , not only in a thousand places of his prose , not only in that most perfect of ...
But Landor , though as certainly not one of our great poets as he assuredly is one
of our very greatest masters of prose , touched these heights of style , it seems to
me , not only in a thousand places of his prose , not only in that most perfect of ...
Сторінка 52
One would gladly give them all for a single letter to wife or child , or even a single
plain - speaking personal utterance in prose or verse of the sort that abounds in
the case of Milton . We know most of what we want to know about Milton ' s ...
One would gladly give them all for a single letter to wife or child , or even a single
plain - speaking personal utterance in prose or verse of the sort that abounds in
the case of Milton . We know most of what we want to know about Milton ' s ...
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| Назва | The Continuity of Letters |
| Автор | John Cann Bailey |
| Видавець | Clarendon Press, 1923 |
| Оригінал із | Мічиганський університет |
| Оцифровано | 5 вер. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 273 стор. |
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