The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - Всего страниц: 182 |
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... poet- ry and music ; and to state carefully and somewhat in detail several points in the art , of verse - making . THE POETICAL . The first step in our ante- cedent enquiry into what Poetry is , is to de- vote a moment to the Poetical ...
... poet- ry and music ; and to state carefully and somewhat in detail several points in the art , of verse - making . THE POETICAL . The first step in our ante- cedent enquiry into what Poetry is , is to de- vote a moment to the Poetical ...
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... poet projects into his work , his indi- viduality , his nationality and his time . The poet , then , is the utterer of his sur- roundings and of his time ; so far , that is to say , as poetry goes . The same is true of the historian ...
... poet projects into his work , his indi- viduality , his nationality and his time . The poet , then , is the utterer of his sur- roundings and of his time ; so far , that is to say , as poetry goes . The same is true of the historian ...
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... Poet of the Future , then , has to do , as well as he may , exactly what the poets of the past have done and those of the present are doing - look into his heart and into - not merely upon - nature , and write ; write nothing but the ...
... Poet of the Future , then , has to do , as well as he may , exactly what the poets of the past have done and those of the present are doing - look into his heart and into - not merely upon - nature , and write ; write nothing but the ...
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... Poetic , chapter ix . — that history and poetry " differ in this that the one speaks of things which have happened , and the other of such as might have happened . " This is , to be sure , more hopelessly wrong than Rus- kin's ...
... Poetic , chapter ix . — that history and poetry " differ in this that the one speaks of things which have happened , and the other of such as might have happened . " This is , to be sure , more hopelessly wrong than Rus- kin's ...
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... poets sometimes use . Our purpose is to indicate , first and mainly , what poetry is , and not what mistaken theo- ries and theorists have tried to make it ; for we are free to confess that if we were obliged to call every production ...
... poets sometimes use . Our purpose is to indicate , first and mainly , what poetry is , and not what mistaken theo- ries and theorists have tried to make it ; for we are free to confess that if we were obliged to call every production ...
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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.