The Muse in Council: Being Essays on Poets and PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1925 - 303 pagina's |
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Pagina 14
... emotional perception that took on no concrete form . This same audience does , nevertheless , come into the scheme of art , and in two ways . First , from the point of view of the artist , the posi- tion seems to me to be this . Once he ...
... emotional perception that took on no concrete form . This same audience does , nevertheless , come into the scheme of art , and in two ways . First , from the point of view of the artist , the posi- tion seems to me to be this . Once he ...
Pagina 17
... emotion , and delight in the subtle intellectual structure and movement , and talk irrel- evant nonsense about it at lunch the next day . He will almost certainly find himself arguing about the argument of the play ; instead of ...
... emotion , and delight in the subtle intellectual structure and movement , and talk irrel- evant nonsense about it at lunch the next day . He will almost certainly find himself arguing about the argument of the play ; instead of ...
Pagina 18
... emotion to reason , particularly when that reason has to come out at the end of a pen . I have known many critics enjoy a performance in a theatre , for example , quite simply in their emotions , who have yet re- ported nothing of that ...
... emotion to reason , particularly when that reason has to come out at the end of a pen . I have known many critics enjoy a performance in a theatre , for example , quite simply in their emotions , who have yet re- ported nothing of that ...
Pagina 30
... emotion as rage than to say that he burns with it ? And since of all swift things nothing is so daily and beautifully present to our senses as the wings of a bird , and since of time we are conscious of nothing more urgently than its ...
... emotion as rage than to say that he burns with it ? And since of all swift things nothing is so daily and beautifully present to our senses as the wings of a bird , and since of time we are conscious of nothing more urgently than its ...
Pagina 41
... emotion . It may be interesting , before leaving the subject , to examine a single short passage in the light of the views advanced . A dozen lines from a poem of Marvell , the most famous lines of an acknowledged masterpiece , will , I ...
... emotion . It may be interesting , before leaving the subject , to examine a single short passage in the light of the views advanced . A dozen lines from a poem of Marvell , the most famous lines of an acknowledged masterpiece , will , I ...
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Pagina 41 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near, And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Pagina 109 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Pagina 162 - HERACLITUS THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead ; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Pagina 121 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pagina 72 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Pagina 132 - Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill, the cloud is gray : Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Pagina 120 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Pagina 44 - When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little...
Pagina 129 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree...
Pagina 110 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.