Poetry as a Representative Art: An Essay in Comparative AestheticsPutnam, 1899 - 356 σελίδες |
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accented syllable æsthetic alloyed artistic beginning breath cæsura CHAPTER character circumflex clouds comparison connection corresponding dark developed direct representation effects elements elocution elocutionary emotive expression eyes fact falling feeling feet figurative language force G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS give Greek heaven heigh-ho hexameter Homer ideas Idem Iliad illustrative representation imitative sounds indicates inflection instance instinctive Jean Ingelow Julius Cæsar kind light Longfellow meaning metaphors methods metonymy metre Milton mind movement nature Notice o'er Othello Paradise Lost passage pause picture pitch plain language pleonasm poem poet poetic poetry present principles produced prose quotations reason reference reflective repre rhymes rhythm rising says sense sentence Shakespear simile singing Song soul stanza stream stress suggested sweet syllables tendency Tennyson termed terminal thee theory thing thou tion tone triple measure truth unaccented syllables utterance verse voice vowels wind words
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Σελίδα 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,
Σελίδα 169 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 326 - The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never home came she.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 218 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Σελίδα 114 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly...
Σελίδα 123 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just.