Oxford Lectures on PoetryMacmillan and Company, limited, 1923 - 395 Seiten |
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... hand , if the substance and the form referred to are not in the poem , then both the contentions are false , for its poetic value lies in itself . What I mean is neither new nor mysterious ; and it will be clear , I believe , to any one ...
... hand , if the substance and the form referred to are not in the poem , then both the contentions are false , for its poetic value lies in itself . What I mean is neither new nor mysterious ; and it will be clear , I believe , to any one ...
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... hand , when the question of principle , of poetic value , is raised , these aspects must fall apart into components , separately conceivable ; and then there arise two heresies , equally false , that the value lies in one of two things ...
... hand , when the question of principle , of poetic value , is raised , these aspects must fall apart into components , separately conceivable ; and then there arise two heresies , equally false , that the value lies in one of two things ...
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... from his experience , or misled by theory , he takes 1 On the other hand , the absence , or worse than absence , of style , in this sense , is a serious matter . the word ' meaning ' in a sense almost ludicrously POETRY FOR POETRY'S SAKE ...
... from his experience , or misled by theory , he takes 1 On the other hand , the absence , or worse than absence , of style , in this sense , is a serious matter . the word ' meaning ' in a sense almost ludicrously POETRY FOR POETRY'S SAKE ...
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... hand , that imperfect ' reality ' has for us a character in which poetry is deficient , - the character in virtue of which we call it ' reality . ' It is , we feel , thrust upon us , not made by us or by any other man . And in this ...
... hand , that imperfect ' reality ' has for us a character in which poetry is deficient , - the character in virtue of which we call it ' reality . ' It is , we feel , thrust upon us , not made by us or by any other man . And in this ...
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... hand it would be both presumptuous and useless to assume the truth of any one account of it . Our only plan , therefore , must be to leave it entirely alone , and to consider merely the distinctive character of sublimity . Let beauty in ...
... hand it would be both presumptuous and useless to assume the truth of any one account of it . Our only plan , therefore , must be to leave it entirely alone , and to consider merely the distinctive character of sublimity . Let beauty in ...
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action aesthetic Alastor answer Antigone Antony and Cleopatra Antony's appears audience beauty believe Cæsar called character Coleridge conflict Coriolanus criticism death doubt drama dream effect Elizabethan Endymion evil example experience expression fact Falstaff feel felt further genius Goethe groundlings Hamlet Hegel Henry Henry IV hero human idea ideal imagination impression infinite Julius Cæsar Keats Keats's kind King King Lear language lecture less long poem lyrical Macbeth matter meaning merely mind moral nature never Octavius Othello pain passage passion perhaps play poet poet's poetic poetry question reader realise reason refer remember scene seems sense Shakespeare Shakespearean Tragedy Shelley Shelley's sonnets soul speak speech spirit stage stanza story sublime substance sympathy theory thing thought tion tragedy tragic Troilus and Cressida true truth Twelfth Night whole words Wordsworth write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 279 - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Seite 167 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Seite 133 - When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct Upreared its head. I struck and struck again, And growing still in stature the grim shape Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
Seite 233 - This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
Seite 108 - He too upon a wintry clime Had fallen — on this iron time Of doubts, disputes, distractions, fears. He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round ; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth...
Seite 301 - Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 154 - It is as it were the interpenetration of a diviner nature through our own ; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only, as on the wrinkled sand which paves it.
Seite 158 - Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its colour and odour, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet.
Seite 229 - And can I ever bid these joys farewell? Yes, I must pass them for a nobler life, Where I may find the agonies, the strife Of human hearts: for lo!
Seite 133 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...