Poetry as a Representative Art: An Essay in Comparative ÆstheticsG. P. Putnam's Sons, 1899 - 356 páginas |
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... . - -Two Voices : Tennyson Think not , thou eagle Lord of Rome , And master of the world , Though victory's banner o'er thy dome In triumph now is furled , I would address thee as thy slave , But as 66 POETRY AS A REPRESENTATIVE ART .
... . - -Two Voices : Tennyson Think not , thou eagle Lord of Rome , And master of the world , Though victory's banner o'er thy dome In triumph now is furled , I would address thee as thy slave , But as 66 POETRY AS A REPRESENTATIVE ART .
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... thou shalt ride o'er Care's coming billow ; Lie not down ' neath Woe's weeping willow . -To Labor is to Pray : F. S. Osgood . This combination is that which is found in the classic MEANINGS OF THE metres . 75 75-Blending of Different ...
... thou shalt ride o'er Care's coming billow ; Lie not down ' neath Woe's weeping willow . -To Labor is to Pray : F. S. Osgood . This combination is that which is found in the classic MEANINGS OF THE metres . 75 75-Blending of Different ...
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... thou deep and dark blue ocean , roll . -Childe Harold : Byron . It is hardly necessary to add that , as related to these two extremes , words conveying intelligence of merely ordinary matters , would be uttered at a medium pitch ...
... thou deep and dark blue ocean , roll . -Childe Harold : Byron . It is hardly necessary to add that , as related to these two extremes , words conveying intelligence of merely ordinary matters , would be uttered at a medium pitch ...
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... thou little Foot - page ? I've been whacking the foe till it seems an age Since I was in Ingoldsby Hall so free . -Ingoldsby Penance : Ingoldsby Legends . Bird of the wilderness , Blithesome and cumberless , Sweet is thy matin o'er ...
... thou little Foot - page ? I've been whacking the foe till it seems an age Since I was in Ingoldsby Hall so free . -Ingoldsby Penance : Ingoldsby Legends . Bird of the wilderness , Blithesome and cumberless , Sweet is thy matin o'er ...
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... oh , she dances such a way No sun upon an Easter - day Is half so fine a sight ! -Ballad upon a Wedding : Suckling . Hast thou seen the down in the air , When wanton blasts have tossed it ? Or the ship on the sea . When ruder winds.
... oh , she dances such a way No sun upon an Easter - day Is half so fine a sight ! -Ballad upon a Wedding : Suckling . Hast thou seen the down in the air , When wanton blasts have tossed it ? Or the ship on the sea . When ruder winds.
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Términos y frases comunes
æsthetic alloyed Anglo-Saxon Apophasis artistic associations beginning breath cæsura CHAPTER character clouds comparison connection corresponding dark developed direct representation effects elocution elocutionary emotion expression eyes fact falling feeling figurative language force G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS give Greek hear heaven heigh-ho Herbert Spencer Homer ideas Idem Iliad illustrative representation imagination imitative sounds instance instinctive Jean Ingelow kind latter light meaning metaphors methods Metonymy metre Milton mind movement nature Notice o'er Onomatopoeia origin Paradise Lost passage pause perceived phrases picture pitch plain language pleonasm poem poet poetic poetry present principles produced prose pure quotations reason recognize reference reflective repre represent rhymes rhythm says sense sentence Shakespear simile singing soul spottles stanza stream stress suggested sweet syllables tendency Tennyson termed terminal thee theory thing thou thought tion tone triple measure unaccented syllables utterance verse voice wind words Wordsworth
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Página 149 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 168 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Página 70 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above. Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 169 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 197 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms.
Página 315 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 197 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!
Página 302 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Página 46 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Página 197 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...