The Muse in Council: Being Essays on Poets and PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1925 - 303 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... imaginative fulfilment . It was only afterwards , when the moment returned to him , and insisted upon itself , and forced him to deal with it with more than the half indolence in which it had first passed , that he braced himself to the ...
... imaginative fulfilment . It was only afterwards , when the moment returned to him , and insisted upon itself , and forced him to deal with it with more than the half indolence in which it had first passed , that he braced himself to the ...
Pagina 18
... imaginative life of which we have partaken , and it is no more than an impertinence for us to think it important to other people that they should know whether we do or do not happen to agree with the moral or psycho- logical argument of ...
... imaginative life of which we have partaken , and it is no more than an impertinence for us to think it important to other people that they should know whether we do or do not happen to agree with the moral or psycho- logical argument of ...
Pagina 26
... imagination moves within the con- fines of certain metrical structures that are the achievement of the cumulative poetic genius of his race . To take a simple and concrete example : it may be said that every poet , from Chaucer down to ...
... imagination moves within the con- fines of certain metrical structures that are the achievement of the cumulative poetic genius of his race . To take a simple and concrete example : it may be said that every poet , from Chaucer down to ...
Pagina 31
... imagination , as he might associate the swift passing of time with flight and wings . Thus the poet , although he finds such phrases as these ready to his pen , may conceivably use them when his creative mood is active and not lethargic ...
... imagination , as he might associate the swift passing of time with flight and wings . Thus the poet , although he finds such phrases as these ready to his pen , may conceivably use them when his creative mood is active and not lethargic ...
Pagina 33
... imagination in an age that is only not his own by an accident of time . And I do not think that his example can be matched . The final aspect of my subject is , perhaps , the most important , since it concerns the origin of the poet's ...
... imagination in an age that is only not his own by an accident of time . And I do not think that his example can be matched . The final aspect of my subject is , perhaps , the most important , since it concerns the origin of the poet's ...
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Populaire passages
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.