The Making of Poetry: A Critical Study of Its Nature and ValueG. P. Putnam's sons, 1912 - 263 Seiten |
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... whole , over that of pain . " Or , still more formally : " Poetry is literature , usually of a high degree of Human Interest , which , in addition to its Human Interest , has in it an added Esthetic Interest due to the arrange- ment of ...
... whole , over that of pain . " Or , still more formally : " Poetry is literature , usually of a high degree of Human Interest , which , in addition to its Human Interest , has in it an added Esthetic Interest due to the arrange- ment of ...
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... whole . " Each of these types of definition , the critic's and the poet's , evidently tells a part of the truth , but none in either type is convincing ; they all leave us , in some way , unsatisfied . The defi- nitions based on ...
... whole . " Each of these types of definition , the critic's and the poet's , evidently tells a part of the truth , but none in either type is convincing ; they all leave us , in some way , unsatisfied . The defi- nitions based on ...
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... whole , and comes to the reader in a form which can make its immediate appeal only in an intel- lectual way . Still , it is true that poetry of all kinds must always begin with feeling in the mind and soul of the poet , and end with ...
... whole , and comes to the reader in a form which can make its immediate appeal only in an intel- lectual way . Still , it is true that poetry of all kinds must always begin with feeling in the mind and soul of the poet , and end with ...
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... whole task . To know that no finally satisfactory definition of poetry ever can be made is to realise that , al- though poetically expressed suggestions concerning the nature of poetry are almost always helpful and valuable , the ...
... whole task . To know that no finally satisfactory definition of poetry ever can be made is to realise that , al- though poetically expressed suggestions concerning the nature of poetry are almost always helpful and valuable , the ...
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... whole nature of poetry would be entirely transformed . VI . The necessity for this recourse to imagery in order to reveal and arouse feeling can easily be illustrated . Let us consider first a poem from In Memoriam , where the direct ...
... whole nature of poetry would be entirely transformed . VI . The necessity for this recourse to imagery in order to reveal and arouse feeling can easily be illustrated . Let us consider first a poem from In Memoriam , where the direct ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
action actual æsthetic alliteration aroused artistic attained beauty become brief candle candle character chiefly child combining of images connection consciousness contrast definite degree delight difference directly distinctive Divine Comedy drama duty emotional epigram experience expression external fancy feeling finally forms of poetry grouping of images groups images Hamlet happiness heart human Iago idea ideal identity images in poetry images of things imagination Keats kind language laws of Nature lines Macbeth man's means mental image merely mind moral nature of poetry never object Ode to Duty original combinations Othello Paradise Lost personalising personality physical plane pleasure poem poet poet's poetic prose reader or spectator realise recognised regard represent revealed rhythm rhythmical rime rose says self-realisation sense sensuous poetry Shakespeare Shelley significant similarity sing song soul suggested sweet tell Tennyson thou thought tion true truth unified unity verse-form versifying whole words Wordsworth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 241 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 195 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Seite 232 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Seite 90 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler!
Seite 196 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Seite 40 - Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd...
Seite 24 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Seite 162 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Seite 110 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost...
Seite 140 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.