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... poem that keeps the language alive , and not the language that buoys up the
poem . The revival of letters , as it is called , was at first the revival of ancient
letters , which , while it made men pedants , could do very little toward making
them ...
... poem that keeps the language alive , and not the language that buoys up the
poem . The revival of letters , as it is called , was at first the revival of ancient
letters , which , while it made men pedants , could do very little toward making
them ...
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If poems die , it is because there was never true life in them — that is , that true
poetic vitality which no depth of thought , no airiness of fancy , no sincerity of
feeling , can singly communicate , but which leaps throbbing at touch of that
shaping ...
If poems die , it is because there was never true life in them — that is , that true
poetic vitality which no depth of thought , no airiness of fancy , no sincerity of
feeling , can singly communicate , but which leaps throbbing at touch of that
shaping ...
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... thy song good teaching there is none , For both are lost - the time and the
travail Of every love but upon God alone . ” But except this lucky poem , I find little
else in the serious verses of Dunbar that does not seem to me tedious and
pedantic .
... thy song good teaching there is none , For both are lost - the time and the
travail Of every love but upon God alone . ” But except this lucky poem , I find little
else in the serious verses of Dunbar that does not seem to me tedious and
pedantic .
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Barbour's “ Brus , " if not precisely a poem , has passages whose simple
tenderness raises them to that level . That on Freedom is familiar . * But its
highest merit is the natural and unstrained tone of manly courage in it , the easy
and familiar ...
Barbour's “ Brus , " if not precisely a poem , has passages whose simple
tenderness raises them to that level . That on Freedom is familiar . * But its
highest merit is the natural and unstrained tone of manly courage in it , the easy
and familiar ...
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To say it of a poem is even worse , for it is to say that what should be true of the
whole compass of human nature is true only to some north - and - by - east - half -
east point of it . I can understand the nationality of Firdusi when , looking sadly ...
To say it of a poem is even worse , for it is to say that what should be true of the
whole compass of human nature is true only to some north - and - by - east - half -
east point of it . I can understand the nationality of Firdusi when , looking sadly ...
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Página 112 - This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. BAN. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Página 75 - To th' instruments divine respondence meet: The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall: The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call: The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Página 29 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peer?
Página 125 - Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change : Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange : They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old, And rather make them born to our desire, Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Página 168 - Lastly, I should not choose this manner of writing, wherein knowing myself inferior to myself, led by the genial power of nature to another task, I have the use, as I may account, but of my left hand.
Página 248 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Página 215 - The majority of the following poems are to be considered as experiments. They were written chiefly with a view to ascertain how far the language of conversation in the middle and lower classes of society is adapted to the purposes of poetic pleasure.
Página 289 - In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless...
Página 163 - Hath scathed the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth, though bare Stands on the blasted heath. He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half inclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute.
Página 191 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...