Literary Criticism for StudentsEdward Tompkins McLaughlin H. Holt, 1893 - 236 страници |
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... never come to realize its inner meaning , or their hidden selves . They would stare in per- plexity at Browning's entreaty to be “ unashamed of soul . " They move about in a world not realized , spiritual somnambulists . That self ...
... never come to realize its inner meaning , or their hidden selves . They would stare in per- plexity at Browning's entreaty to be “ unashamed of soul . " They move about in a world not realized , spiritual somnambulists . That self ...
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... never knows whether there is a secret for him here or there . We must listen for the note of personality . We must relax intellectual rigidity and read sympa- thetically . If a poem affords no sense of beauty , we must understand that ...
... never knows whether there is a secret for him here or there . We must listen for the note of personality . We must relax intellectual rigidity and read sympa- thetically . If a poem affords no sense of beauty , we must understand that ...
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... never unsympa- thetic ; never , if what we call literature is really so , will it yield its best unless we approach it in a spirit not of fact but of sensibility . It will render us more of itself , as we bring to it more of ourselves ...
... never unsympa- thetic ; never , if what we call literature is really so , will it yield its best unless we approach it in a spirit not of fact but of sensibility . It will render us more of itself , as we bring to it more of ourselves ...
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... never quite approved the romantic uncon- straint and , as he felt , extreme spontaneity of his contem- poraries . The so - called proprieties of form and treatment seemed to him literary essentials , and even in his lyrics , for many ...
... never quite approved the romantic uncon- straint and , as he felt , extreme spontaneity of his contem- poraries . The so - called proprieties of form and treatment seemed to him literary essentials , and even in his lyrics , for many ...
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... never think the study of wisdom con- fined only to the philosopher , or of piety to the divine , or of state to the politic ; but that he which can feign a commonwealth ( which is the poet ) , can gown it with counsels , strengthen it ...
... never think the study of wisdom con- fined only to the philosopher , or of piety to the divine , or of state to the politic ; but that he which can feign a commonwealth ( which is the poet ) , can gown it with counsels , strengthen it ...
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Страница 144 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Страница 54 - ... the primary laws of our nature: chiefly, as far as regards the manner in which we associate ideas in a state of excitement.
Страница 225 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still 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...
Страница 61 - 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 cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Страница xiv - 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 78 - The thought suggested itself — to which of us I do not recollect — that a series of poems might be composed of two sorts. In the one, the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Страница 108 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening 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...
Страница 96 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Страница 90 - 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 145 - These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.