The Muse in Council: Being Essays on Poets and PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1925 - 303 pagina's |
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... reader will quarrel with conclusions here and there , but my anxiety is not for agreement , but to leave such readers as will treat this book as a whole with some clear impression of what I conceive poetry to be and what its function ...
... reader will quarrel with conclusions here and there , but my anxiety is not for agreement , but to leave such readers as will treat this book as a whole with some clear impression of what I conceive poetry to be and what its function ...
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... reader can pretend that these books are easy to understand . I have lately read , for example , Mr. Lascelles Abercrombie's essay " Towards a Theory of Art , ' Mr. Robert Graves's ' On English Poetry , ' and Dr. Strachan's ' The Soul of ...
... reader can pretend that these books are easy to understand . I have lately read , for example , Mr. Lascelles Abercrombie's essay " Towards a Theory of Art , ' Mr. Robert Graves's ' On English Poetry , ' and Dr. Strachan's ' The Soul of ...
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... readers when it was published . That is to say , we approach it now with all the assurance bred of two hundred and fifty years of habit , and our minds , because of our ancestry , are able much more readily to perceive the full beauty ...
... readers when it was published . That is to say , we approach it now with all the assurance bred of two hundred and fifty years of habit , and our minds , because of our ancestry , are able much more readily to perceive the full beauty ...
Pagina 7
... reader of ' Paradise Lost ' to appreciate its grandeur as poetry than it was for the original reader , it is no easier for him to understand its meaning , and he has to apply him- self with as much individual intelligence to that task ...
... reader of ' Paradise Lost ' to appreciate its grandeur as poetry than it was for the original reader , it is no easier for him to understand its meaning , and he has to apply him- self with as much individual intelligence to that task ...
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... reader two hundred years later . I think that Providence wanted just once to be kind to the poet Hammond himself , and gave him that phrase in token of the good - will . I do not suppose that since he died Hammond has averaged one reader ...
... reader two hundred years later . I think that Providence wanted just once to be kind to the poet Hammond himself , and gave him that phrase in token of the good - will . I do not suppose that since he died Hammond has averaged one reader ...
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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.