A Study of PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1920 - 396 pages |
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... soul , And can myself create my little world . " The little world which their imagination has created may be represented only by a totem pole or a colored basket or a few scratches on a piece of bone ; or it may be a temple or a ...
... soul , And can myself create my little world . " The little world which their imagination has created may be represented only by a totem pole or a colored basket or a few scratches on a piece of bone ; or it may be a temple or a ...
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... soul beside . " How Whistler , the author of Ten O'Clock and the creator of exquisitely lovely things , must have loathed that final line ! But Bosan- quet's carefully framed definition of the beau- tiful , in his History of Esthetic ...
... soul beside . " How Whistler , the author of Ten O'Clock and the creator of exquisitely lovely things , must have loathed that final line ! But Bosan- quet's carefully framed definition of the beau- tiful , in his History of Esthetic ...
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... soul . 4. The Man in the Work of Art Though there is much in this matter of content and form which is baffling to the student of general æsthetic theory , there is at least one aspect of the question which the student of poetry must ...
... soul . 4. The Man in the Work of Art Though there is much in this matter of content and form which is baffling to the student of general æsthetic theory , there is at least one aspect of the question which the student of poetry must ...
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... 1 " The energy of the mind or of the soul - for it welds all psychical activities which is the agent of our world - winnings and the procreator of 1 Putnam's , 1906 . -- our growing life , we term imagination . It THE POET'S IMAGINATION 67.
... 1 " The energy of the mind or of the soul - for it welds all psychical activities which is the agent of our world - winnings and the procreator of 1 Putnam's , 1906 . -- our growing life , we term imagination . It THE POET'S IMAGINATION 67.
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... soul's most intimate moods , and so exalts with spiritual understandings . " The value of such a description , presented without any context , will vary with the train- ing of the individual reader , but its quicken- ing power will be ...
... soul's most intimate moods , and so exalts with spiritual understandings . " The value of such a description , presented without any context , will vary with the train- ing of the individual reader , but its quicken- ing power will be ...
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Page 96 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; " Speed ! " echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing...
Page 84 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Page 110 - I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
Page 84 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear I Hip.
Page 187 - And Lamech said unto his wives, Adah and Zillah, hear my voice; ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech: for I have slain a man to my wounding, and a young man to my hurt.
Page 83 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 296 - In me. thou see'st 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. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
Page 237 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 132 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Page 79 - The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other, according to their relative worth and dignity.