Poetry as a Representative Art: An Essay in Comparative AestheticsG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1899 - 356 Seiten |
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... eye , proportion and color . Some may doubt that accent is the basis of rhythm and tune , but it is really about all that the majority of men know of either . With exceptions , the fewness of which confirms the rule , all of our English ...
... eye , proportion and color . Some may doubt that accent is the basis of rhythm and tune , but it is really about all that the majority of men know of either . With exceptions , the fewness of which confirms the rule , all of our English ...
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... eyes , as I made my way along the new street there , Happened to light on a cart with a frame of the heaviest timber , Drawn by a pair of steers of the largest breed and stoutest . By their side was a maid , and with vigorous gait was ...
... eyes , as I made my way along the new street there , Happened to light on a cart with a frame of the heaviest timber , Drawn by a pair of steers of the largest breed and stoutest . By their side was a maid , and with vigorous gait was ...
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... eye ; He looked upon the traitors , and his glance was stern and high ; Right graciously he smiled on us , as rolled from wing to wing , Down all the line in deafening shout , God save our lord the king ! " And if my standard - bearer ...
... eye ; He looked upon the traitors , and his glance was stern and high ; Right graciously he smiled on us , as rolled from wing to wing , Down all the line in deafening shout , God save our lord the king ! " And if my standard - bearer ...
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... eyes With smiling futures glisten ; For , lo , our day bursts up the skies , - Lean out your souls and listen . -To - day and To - morrow : Gerald Massey . When the accented and unaccented syllables are indis- criminately long and short ...
... eyes With smiling futures glisten ; For , lo , our day bursts up the skies , - Lean out your souls and listen . -To - day and To - morrow : Gerald Massey . When the accented and unaccented syllables are indis- criminately long and short ...
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... eyes I lay Listening , then looked . Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips , and mild the luminous eyes , And the voice trembled and the hand . -The Princess : Tennyson . Look once ...
... eyes I lay Listening , then looked . Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips , and mild the luminous eyes , And the voice trembled and the hand . -The Princess : Tennyson . Look once ...
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accented syllable æsthetic alliteration alloyed artistic Battle of Ivry beginning cæsura CHAPTER character circumflex clouds corresponding dark developed DIES IRÆ direct representation double measure dramatic elocution duration effects elements elocution elocutionary emotion expression eyes fact falling feeling feet figurative language force G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS give Greek heaven heigh-ho hexameter Homer Hymn ideas Idem Iliad illustrative representation indicates inflection initial instance instinctive Jean Ingelow kind light Locksley Hall Longfellow meaning median melody methods metre Milton mind movement musical scale nature Notice o'er Paradise Lost passage pause picture pitch poem poet poetry principles produced prose pure Quadruple measure quotations reason reflective repre represent rhymes rhythm rising says sense sentence Shakespear singing Song soul stanza stream stress suggested sweet syllables tendency Tennyson termed thee thing thou thought tion tone unaccented syllables utterance verse voice vowel-sounds vowels wind words
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Seite 168 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Seite 39 - River where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Seite 218 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms.
Seite 282 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the- nations...
Seite 153 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door...
Seite 112 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; O, bear me safe above, A ransomed souL KayPulmor.
Seite 73 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee. 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Seite 46 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Seite 71 - Stormed at with shot and shelL Boldly they rode and well; Into the jaws of Death. Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Seite 155 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.