The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - Всего страниц: 182 |
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... language of poetry - in English is Rhythm . This conclusion involves a rejection of the ordinary stanza and metre , and of terminal rhyme , so far as it is used merely or mainly to mark the endings of verses . In order to reach this end ...
... language of poetry - in English is Rhythm . This conclusion involves a rejection of the ordinary stanza and metre , and of terminal rhyme , so far as it is used merely or mainly to mark the endings of verses . In order to reach this end ...
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... language , and , indeed , all human languages , may furnish thousands of exam- ples illustrative of this well known fact . Material attributes are predicated of spiritual and abstract things ; as when men say that a hope as well as a ...
... language , and , indeed , all human languages , may furnish thousands of exam- ples illustrative of this well known fact . Material attributes are predicated of spiritual and abstract things ; as when men say that a hope as well as a ...
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... language . The two meanings need not be confounded . Poetry in the English language is that of which we propose to speak . POETRY . - The fact that all poetry must correspond and vary both with the character of the people and with the ...
... language . The two meanings need not be confounded . Poetry in the English language is that of which we propose to speak . POETRY . - The fact that all poetry must correspond and vary both with the character of the people and with the ...
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... language as we have already stated , is constructed upon the postulate that it is true - the way is clear and short , to the con- clusion that there is but one answer to the question , what is Beauty ? We have attempted to show that ...
... language as we have already stated , is constructed upon the postulate that it is true - the way is clear and short , to the con- clusion that there is but one answer to the question , what is Beauty ? We have attempted to show that ...
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... language or in life . Not all of these to all classes of men ; but all , severally , for such as are in the proper relation to each . Nor is every truth to be cast into the same form , for the double reason that all truths are not alike ...
... language or in life . Not all of these to all classes of men ; but all , severally , for such as are in the proper relation to each . Nor is every truth to be cast into the same form , for the double reason that all truths are not alike ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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,...
Стр. 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,
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.