The Nature and Elements of PoetryHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 338 стор. |
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The Nature And Elements Of Poetry Edmund Clarence Stedman,Pforzheimer Bruce Rogers Collection (Li Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2019 |
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Æneid Æschylus æsthetic antique Aristotle artist bard beauty blank verse Book of Job Browning Byron charm Coleridge conception creative criticism Dante declared diction didacticism divine drama dramatists elements Emerson emotion enduring English epic ethical expression faculty faith feeling force genius gift Goethe Grecian Greek heart Homer human ideal idyllic imagination impassioned impersonal insight inspiration instinct invention Keats language Leigh Hunt less light literature Lucretius lyrical masterpieces matter Melencolia melody ment method Milton mind minstrels modern mood natural art nature nature's noble numbers Omar Khayyám painter passion pathetic fallacy perfect Plato poem poesy poet poet's poetic poetry Preraphaelite prose rhythm rhythmical Robert Bridges romantic seems sense sentiment Shakespeare Shelley sion song Sophocles soul speech spirit style subjective taste Tennyson Theocritus things thou thought tion tive touch true truth universal utterance verse vision voice words Wordsworth youth
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Сторінка 63 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; 101 She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Сторінка 259 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Сторінка 77 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Сторінка 291 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night- wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Сторінка 126 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity: Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Сторінка 270 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Сторінка 113 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Сторінка 244 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Сторінка 261 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Сторінка 41 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.