A Study of the Types of LiteratureCentury Company, 1921 - 542 Seiten |
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... line of bards . The name folk- epic is applied to such poems , since they have come straight from the hearts of the people . They are more simple than the literary epic , which is the conscious , more labored work of some literary man ...
... line of bards . The name folk- epic is applied to such poems , since they have come straight from the hearts of the people . They are more simple than the literary epic , which is the conscious , more labored work of some literary man ...
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... lines reveal as to their attitude towards women ; the virtues they most admired ; what they had , did , knew , or believed . 2. What is the great struggle depicted ? What are the most interesting episodes ? 3. What points of comparison ...
... lines reveal as to their attitude towards women ; the virtues they most admired ; what they had , did , knew , or believed . 2. What is the great struggle depicted ? What are the most interesting episodes ? 3. What points of comparison ...
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... Many oft sat Mighty in council ; plans they devised , What with bold mind then would be best ' Gainst the sudden attacks for them to do . 1 Lines 67-82 . 20 Sometimes they vowed at their temples of idols To their 10 NARRATIVE POETRY.
... Many oft sat Mighty in council ; plans they devised , What with bold mind then would be best ' Gainst the sudden attacks for them to do . 1 Lines 67-82 . 20 Sometimes they vowed at their temples of idols To their 10 NARRATIVE POETRY.
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... Lines 99-104 ; 115-125 ; 170-178 . Lines 607-624 . 15 Mad in mind he went : from his eyes stood THE GREAT EPIC 11.
... Lines 99-104 ; 115-125 ; 170-178 . Lines 607-624 . 15 Mad in mind he went : from his eyes stood THE GREAT EPIC 11.
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... of jewels have paid Mine own aged life ; do ye now supply The needs of my people ; I may not longer be here . 1 Garnett's translation , lines 710-736 ; 758-766 ; 769-777 ; 815-819 . Bid ye the war - famed a mound to make 12 NARRATIVE ...
... of jewels have paid Mine own aged life ; do ye now supply The needs of my people ; I may not longer be here . 1 Garnett's translation , lines 710-736 ; 758-766 ; 769-777 ; 815-819 . Bid ye the war - famed a mound to make 12 NARRATIVE ...
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Alfred Noyes Alfred Tennyson American American American Anstruther Aylmer Barsad Beowulf British British British Carton chapter character Charles Charles Darnay Comus Darnay dead dear death Defarge doth drama earth Elegy England English epic Essay Exeunt eyes father Faustus fear Georgiana Ghost give Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry Van Dyke Horatio Imitation ballad John John Ruskin King Kipling Lady Laer Laertes literature live look lord Lycidas MacLaurin Madame Defarge madness Markheim metrical romance Metrical tale mind Miscellaneous lit never night novel Ophelia Percy MacKaye play poem poetry Polonius prisoner prose Queen Rosencrantz Rudyard Kipling scene Shakespeare Short-story Short-story Simple lyric sing Song Sonnet soul speech spirit Stevenson story Stryver SUGGESTIONS TO STUDENTS sweet tell Tennyson thee things thou thought Wilkins-Freeman William Vaughn Moody wind
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Seite 218 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 78 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Seite 231 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 72 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep : No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Seite 113 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Seite 124 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 127 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
Seite 314 - Over my lady's wrist too much," or, " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat: " such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Seite 75 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 80 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!