An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1922 - 524 |
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Strona viii
... language . Con- siderations of space , of points to be illustrated , of diffi- culties of structure have compelled us to omit some poems that we should have liked to use . We believe , however , that a reader of catholic taste will find ...
... language . Con- siderations of space , of points to be illustrated , of diffi- culties of structure have compelled us to omit some poems that we should have liked to use . We believe , however , that a reader of catholic taste will find ...
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... language . The poet is not a freak but a man of keen sensibilities whose emo- tional reactions naturally take the form of verse . In China , according to Witter Bynner , it is only the abnor- mal person who does not write verse . " A ...
... language . The poet is not a freak but a man of keen sensibilities whose emo- tional reactions naturally take the form of verse . In China , according to Witter Bynner , it is only the abnor- mal person who does not write verse . " A ...
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... language or the subject matter of poetry and prose . Nevertheless we all feel that poetry and prose are not the same thing . Instead of attempting a definition of poetry , we shall quote a number of representative defini- tions , which ...
... language or the subject matter of poetry and prose . Nevertheless we all feel that poetry and prose are not the same thing . Instead of attempting a definition of poetry , we shall quote a number of representative defini- tions , which ...
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... language of an inferior poem is conventional and conse- quently insincere . Such poems , with their outworn phrases , to quote Pope , ring round the same unvaried chimes , With sure return of still expected rhymes ; Where'er you find ...
... language of an inferior poem is conventional and conse- quently insincere . Such poems , with their outworn phrases , to quote Pope , ring round the same unvaried chimes , With sure return of still expected rhymes ; Where'er you find ...
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... language as the rest of us . The poet learns the use of his tools by prac- tice , just as the carpenter , the blacksmith , and the mason learn the use of theirs . It is not always remembered that practically all the important critics of ...
... language as the rest of us . The poet learns the use of his tools by prac- tice , just as the carpenter , the blacksmith , and the mason learn the use of theirs . It is not always remembered that practically all the important critics of ...
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Strona 279 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Strona 105 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme : What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Strona 146 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strona 208 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Strona 418 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Strona 91 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Strona 419 - 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. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
Strona 220 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Strona 233 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Strona 271 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd...