The Rudiments of CriticismClarendon Press, 1916 - 191 Seiten |
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alliteration appreciate artistic asked Autumn beat beauty bells birds blank verse boys called chapter child CHRISTMAS colour couplet criticism dark delight doth Dyfed effect Eliza Cook emotion epithets essay example express feel figures of speech flowers give gloom hame hear heart ideas imagination instinct Keats leaves light lines look Lycidas matter Matthew Arnold Maud meaning melody metaphor mind mood natural never night onomatopoeia original verse Oxfordshire painting passage person picture poem poet poet's poetic poetry prose quatrain rhythm rime Scholar Gipsy sea snakes sense sestet Shakespeare simile sing snow song sonnet soul sound speak speech-rhythm spirit Spring stanza stanza-form star stresses suggest sweet syllable teachers teaching tell Tennyson things thought thrush trees UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA/SANTA verse-rhythm vision voice vowels winds winter words write
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Seite 71 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 103 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense...
Seite 70 - We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell The far-off sound of a silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam ; Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Seite 15 - I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize ; I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs. 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell ? — a mother sat there ; And a sacred thing is that old Arm-chair.
Seite 71 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Seite 16 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Seite 146 - The preacher then launched into his subject, like an eagle dallying with the wind. The sermon was upon peace and war — upon church and state — not their alliance, but their separation — on the spirit of the world, and the spirit of Christianity, not as the same, but as opposed to one another. He talked of those who had inscribed the cross of Christ on banners dripping with human gore.
Seite 54 - And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own; When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags To be...
Seite 58 - Ah Love! could you and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Seite 63 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!