Literary Criticism for StudentsEdward Tompkins McLaughlin H. Holt, 1893 - 236 страници |
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... imitation . From hence have sprung the tropes and figures , for which they wanted a name , who first practised them and succeeded in them . Thus I grant you that the knowledge of Na- ture was the original rule , and that all poets ought ...
... imitation . From hence have sprung the tropes and figures , for which they wanted a name , who first practised them and succeeded in them . Thus I grant you that the knowledge of Na- ture was the original rule , and that all poets ought ...
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Edward Tompkins McLaughlin. been an imitation of Nature ; which is all I contend . Therefore is rhetoric made an art ; therefore the names of so many tropes and figures were invented ; because it was observed they had such and such an ...
Edward Tompkins McLaughlin. been an imitation of Nature ; which is all I contend . Therefore is rhetoric made an art ; therefore the names of so many tropes and figures were invented ; because it was observed they had such and such an ...
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... imitation of this place , our admirable Cowley ' thus paints Goliah : " The valley , now , this monster seem'd to fill ; And we , methought , look'd up to him from our hill . " Where the two words , seem'd and methought , have mollified ...
... imitation of this place , our admirable Cowley ' thus paints Goliah : " The valley , now , this monster seem'd to fill ; And we , methought , look'd up to him from our hill . " Where the two words , seem'd and methought , have mollified ...
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... imitation of nature ; they only offend our most equitable judges , who think beyond them ; and lively images and elocution are never to be forgiven . What fustian , as they call it , have I heard these gentlemen find out in Mr. Cowley's ...
... imitation of nature ; they only offend our most equitable judges , who think beyond them ; and lively images and elocution are never to be forgiven . What fustian , as they call it , have I heard these gentlemen find out in Mr. Cowley's ...
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... imitation , though of other men's fancies ; and thus are Shakespeare's Tempest , his Midsummer Night's Dream , and Ben Jonson's Mask of Witches to be defended . For immaterial substances , we are authorized by Scripture in their ...
... imitation , though of other men's fancies ; and thus are Shakespeare's Tempest , his Midsummer Night's Dream , and Ben Jonson's Mask of Witches to be defended . For immaterial substances , we are authorized by Scripture in their ...
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Страница 48 - ... the primary laws of our nature: chiefly, as far as regards the manner in which we associate ideas in a state of excitement.
Страница viii - Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature, So horridly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons HAMLET.
Страница 137 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Страница 88 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Страница 215 - From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all...
Страница 82 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I '11 live in this poor rhyme, "While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent CVIII.
Страница 9 - ... upon themselves care and industry; they did nothing rashly: they obtained first to write well, and then custom made it easy and a habit.
Страница 164 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again!
Страница 53 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Страница 83 - With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace; Leaves Love upon her back, deeply distress'd. Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...