The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - 182 Seiten |
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... seems to have grown out of the faulty views of nature taken by the speculators . Let us merely state in brief our opinions upon this subject ; and more than this is not practicable here , for the reason that to prove or even to fully ...
... seems to have grown out of the faulty views of nature taken by the speculators . Let us merely state in brief our opinions upon this subject ; and more than this is not practicable here , for the reason that to prove or even to fully ...
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... seems willing to push the propositions to conclusions - that the Good their legitimate and the Beauti- ful are true , the Beautiful and the True are good , and the True and the Good are beauti- ful . We wish to accept the propositions ...
... seems willing to push the propositions to conclusions - that the Good their legitimate and the Beauti- ful are true , the Beautiful and the True are good , and the True and the Good are beauti- ful . We wish to accept the propositions ...
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... seems to men , are as nearly in- finite as are the gradations of trueness and goodness in the human race . The untrue man - the bad man - never penetrates into the real beauty at all . He sees symmetries and finds constant pleasure in ...
... seems to men , are as nearly in- finite as are the gradations of trueness and goodness in the human race . The untrue man - the bad man - never penetrates into the real beauty at all . He sees symmetries and finds constant pleasure in ...
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... seems to us to be the natural lan- guage of poetry ; that is to say , poetical thought , and especially poetical feeling , seem to flow rhythmically , and when it flows into words — or , more exactly , through words— these fall into ...
... seems to us to be the natural lan- guage of poetry ; that is to say , poetical thought , and especially poetical feeling , seem to flow rhythmically , and when it flows into words — or , more exactly , through words— these fall into ...
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... seems to have called it - we find an example of remarkably rhythmical prose in Macpherson's Ossian . The aim appears to have been to write in rhythmical prose ; and it is clear that if the author had succeeded in being perfectly ...
... seems to have called it - we find an example of remarkably rhythmical prose in Macpherson's Ossian . The aim appears to have been to write in rhythmical prose ; and it is clear that if the author had succeeded in being perfectly ...
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absurd accent alliteration anapestic rhythm beauty bold youth cæsura called catalectic Christopher Pearse Cranch clime couplet critic dactylic hexameters dimeter division double rhymes dream Edgar Poe English equal example feet foot four fourth pæon give variety Greek heart Heaven Hot cross buns hypermeter iambic rhythm iambs iambus idea illustrate Know ye legitimate length less Longfellow's lyric mark matter meaning measure melody merely metre and stanza mind monarchy of God mone Murray's nature ning nonsense o'er object octameter onomatopoetic passage pause Poe's poem poet poet's poetical poetry prose prosodists prosody punctuation pyrrhic reader reason rhythmical language scanning seems sense singing smile sorrow spiritual strong syllables terminal rhyme tetrameter thee thing thought tion tribrach trimeter trochaic trochee true ture uniform utterance verse vulture wait Walt Whitman weak syllable words write written ye the land
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 118 - And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 137 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; — Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing,...
Seite 137 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Seite 102 - All sly slow things, with circumspective eyes: Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, Not that themselves are wise, but others weak. But grant that those can conquer, these can...
Seite 133 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Seite 142 - Oh to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 133 - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Seite 137 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Seite 119 - Ah,. sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Seite 127 - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by.