Romantic Poems, Poets, and Narrators
Kent State University Press, 2000 - 203 pagina's
Romantic Poems, Poets, and Narrators will be valuable to specialists not only in romantic period studies but in literary theory and poetics as well. Students of Blake, Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Keats will appreciate these refreshingly subtle, tactful, and convincing new readings of the major romantic poems. The book is a scholarly and engaging guide to the various and complex discourses--formalist, psychoanalytic, deconstructive, new historicist--that have provided the terms in which these poems have been and currently are received.
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The Prelude Still Something to Pursue
The Intimations Ode An Infinite Complexity
Lamia Attitude Is Every Thing
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Pagina 98 - Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
Pagina 41 - A Spirit had followed them; one of the invisible inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.
Pagina 81 - Thence musing onward to the sounding shore, The lone enthusiast oft would take his way, Listening, with pleasing dread, to the deep roar Of the wide-weltering waves. In black array When sulphurous clouds roll'd on th...
Pagina 62 - ... reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order...
Pagina 39 - Lyrical Ballads; in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic, yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Pagina 60 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Pagina 22 - Language is not a neutral medium that passes freely and easily into the private property of the speaker's intentions, it is populated - overpopulated - with the intentions of others. Expropriating it, forcing it to submit to one's own intentions and accents, is a difficult and complicated process.
Pagina 28 - O why was I born with a different face ? Why was I not born like the rest of my race...