Convention and Revolt in PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1919 - 346 páginas |
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... give to a plane the appearance of depth . He does it , and we accept it , and see depth where it is not . A dramatist writes a play . The action covers days , weeks , perhaps months , or even years . The play- wright has at his disposal ...
... give to a plane the appearance of depth . He does it , and we accept it , and see depth where it is not . A dramatist writes a play . The action covers days , weeks , perhaps months , or even years . The play- wright has at his disposal ...
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... impressions ; the impulse to give to these impressions form , and to communicate . But , once more , how ? Since it is a poet of whom we're talking , his only medium is words . What happens ? Let us assume 4 CONVENTION AND REVOLT IN POETRY.
... impressions ; the impulse to give to these impressions form , and to communicate . But , once more , how ? Since it is a poet of whom we're talking , his only medium is words . What happens ? Let us assume 4 CONVENTION AND REVOLT IN POETRY.
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... give the things in themselves . Color can give color , line line , but the relation between words and things is not and cannot be direct . Words are not warm or luminous , they have not line or color , they are not salt , they are ...
... give the things in themselves . Color can give color , line line , but the relation between words and things is not and cannot be direct . Words are not warm or luminous , they have not line or color , they are not salt , they are ...
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... give in words our impression of things . Dorothy Wordsworth was , I suspect , a far more keen and exquisite observer than her brother . She puts in her " Journal " one day her favorite birch tree . How does she make us see what she sees ...
... give in words our impression of things . Dorothy Wordsworth was , I suspect , a far more keen and exquisite observer than her brother . She puts in her " Journal " one day her favorite birch tree . How does she make us see what she sees ...
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... give is , again , not the things themselves but my impression of things — things , that is , as they affect me , as I feel them . 66 But can I express even my feelings directly ? I can say : " I am sad . ” But “ sad ” tells no more than ...
... give is , again , not the things themselves but my impression of things — things , that is , as they affect me , as I feel them . 66 But can I express even my feelings directly ? I can say : " I am sad . ” But “ sad ” tells no more than ...
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accept Æneid æsthetic artist balade beauty Beowulf cadences Canterbury Tales Chaucer color common conventions courtly love daisy Deschamps diction of poetry Dido emotion English poetry expression exquisite eyes fact familiar feel flower Francis Fawkes free verse freedom fresh genius give Goethe hand happens heart human illusion imaginative Imagist impressions inevitable insurgent Keats lady language less lover mean mediæval medium ment merely metre metrical Middle Ages modern movement nature never once originality phrase poem poet poet's poetic polyphonic precisely revolt rhyme rhythm rhythmic Richard Aldington Roman de Thèbes romances rose sense Shakespeare sonnet soul sound speak speech spirit stanza strophic stuff suspension of disbelief sweet thee themes things thou thought tion to-day touch tradition tree true truth usage vers libre vivid wind words Wordsworth write wrote
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Página 270 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 96 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Página 12 - I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Página 189 - THE gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Página 188 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth— rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Página 180 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Página 251 - Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Página 27 - 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.
Página 114 - WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote. And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Página 340 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.