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... feeling in the ordinary range of experience , every emotion which is related to the beauty and order and pathos of life , is reflected in some of the unobtrusive forms of verbal music , and we rank a poet as artist largely by his power ...
... feeling in the ordinary range of experience , every emotion which is related to the beauty and order and pathos of life , is reflected in some of the unobtrusive forms of verbal music , and we rank a poet as artist largely by his power ...
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... feeling of distrust had chilled generous enthusiasms . Tennyson used it with beautiful effect in a few stanzas in the open- ing of The Lotus Eaters , and as he did not continue to use it , it may safely be assumed that no one will write ...
... feeling of distrust had chilled generous enthusiasms . Tennyson used it with beautiful effect in a few stanzas in the open- ing of The Lotus Eaters , and as he did not continue to use it , it may safely be assumed that no one will write ...
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... feeling to be expressed , and under the compulsion of the creative genius of the writer , otherwise they are inorganic and have no more beauty than a stone heap has . A heap of jewels , it is true , has beauty , but it is the beauty of ...
... feeling to be expressed , and under the compulsion of the creative genius of the writer , otherwise they are inorganic and have no more beauty than a stone heap has . A heap of jewels , it is true , has beauty , but it is the beauty of ...
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... feeling varies and the form with it in true harmony . The deviations from the rule , met- rical or stanzaic , are dictated by the artistic sense and are justified by their effect . The same princi- ple holds in all arts and in nature ...
... feeling varies and the form with it in true harmony . The deviations from the rule , met- rical or stanzaic , are dictated by the artistic sense and are justified by their effect . The same princi- ple holds in all arts and in nature ...
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Charles Frederick Johnson. feeling in it . Professor Child , it is true , includes in his great collection , English and Scottish Popular Ballads , some metrical riddles which are not narratives , but as a rule the word is restricted to ...
Charles Frederick Johnson. feeling in it . Professor Child , it is true , includes in his great collection , English and Scottish Popular Ballads , some metrical riddles which are not narratives , but as a rule the word is restricted to ...
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accents Adonais amphibrach anapest antistrophe artistic ballad Battle of Maldon beauty blank verse breath century chant royal character Chaucer Coleridge couplet dead death dirge doth embodied emotion English epic expression fair feeling flower FORMS OF ENG give grief hath heart heaven hither human hymn iambic Iliad Ilya irregular Italian Judas Iscariot Keats King lady lament language light lines literary literature Lycidas lyric manner melody meter metrical Milton mind modern musical nature never night o'er octave phrase Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetic poetry popular race rhymes romance Sadko says sense sentiment sestina sextette Shakespeare Shelley sing society verse song sonnet soul of Judas sound spirit stanzas strophe Svyatogor sweet syllables Tennyson terminal thee things thou thought tion tone trochee Troilus and Criseyde true Twas the soul vers de société vowel wind words Wordsworth writer written wrote
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Page 267 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 207 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 207 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Page 206 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 245 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Page 124 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
Page 49 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Page 261 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 123 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 251 - Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.